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A New Dawn Ch. 03

By: amazed_n_confused



Thanks for all the feedback I've received about the first two parts of this story (and all the votes!). Everybody whose written to me has asked for more about Tom and Dawn, so here it is, and hopefully if you enjoy it, there will be more to come. Thanks again, enjoy...

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Tom and Dawn had been inseparable since their first fantastic night together, barely being able to keep their hands off each other. This was difficult at work, where they had decided to keep their relationship a secret. The management frowned upon office romances. This was especially difficult for Tom, who would watch Dawn glide around the office, imagining making love to her over desks, up against filing cabinets, and practically everywhere else he saw her. More than once he had to disappear to the toilets to relieve the pressure building up in his cock just from thinking about her. His secretary had even asked him if he wanted her to book a doctors appointment, thinking there was something wrong with him, he was in and out of the toilet so often. Dawn noticed it too.

"Are you ok sexy?" she whispered to him one day while pretending to show him some documents.

"Fine beautiful," Tom whispered back. "Why do you ask?"

"Well you seem to be spending a lot of time in the toilet, you're not ill are you?"

Tom smiled sheepishly at her; he couldn't lie to her if he tried. "No I'm fine. To be honest it's your fault I keep going in there."

"My fault?" Dawn asked, puzzled.

"I can't help it," Tom laughed. "I watch you around the office and you get me so fucking horny, I either have to get in there and do something about it or walk around with a hard on big enough to startle old ladies!"

Dawn giggled. "You naughty boy! Playing with your cock on company time, you should be ashamed."

Tom groaned. "Don't talk like that or I'll have to go again!"

"Is that right?" Dawn teased. "You mean me talking about you stroking your big, fat, hard juicy cock gets you all excited?"

"Mmmmm, you know it does." Tom shifted uncomfortably in his chair, thanking God to be hidden behind his desk.

"What about if you think of me on my knees, sucking you? A nice, wet, slippery blowjob. Covering your lovely cock in my saliva."

"That's cruel Dawn," Tom moaned. "It's hours 'til I get you back home!"

"Why wait?" Dawn replied.

Tom looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"Just go to the toilet and wait. Trust me."

With a smile Dawn turned and walked back to her desk, an extra little wiggle in her hips.

Tom looked around quickly to make sure no one would spot the Olympic sized hard on he was sporting, and made his way to the toilets. Once inside he checked that it was empty and went into a cubicle. He quickly unfastened his trousers and released his aching cock, giving it a couple of quick tugs. There was a click as he heard the toilet door open and close, and then the sound of heals clacking across the hard floor tiles.

"Tom?" he heard Dawn whisper.

Tom unbolted the cubicle door and opened it to Dawns grinning face. She looked down at his hard cock and her grin became wider.

"You naughty boy," she scolded, stepping into the cubicle with him and locking the door behind her. "You just couldn't wait could you?"

"Its hard to wait when I knew who was coming," Tom smiled.

"Well," Dawn laughed, taking his cock in her hand. "It's certainly hard, and it'll be cumming before too long."

Slowly Dawn stroked Tom's cock, making him lean back against the wall of the cubicle. "Mmmmmm, do you like me wanking your cock my naughty boy? Do you like me wanking you as I talk dirty to you?"

"Oh you know I do," Tom groaned.

"That's good, because it turns me on too. Telling me you come in here to wank your lovely fat cock, thinking about me got me hard too. Does my naughty boy want to see?"

When Dawn called Tom her naughty boy he knew she was on fire, and it made him want her even more. "Oh yes Dawn, please show me."

Dawn release his cock from her grip and stepped back pulling her tight skirt around her slim waist. She pulled her lacy panties to one side and pulled out her own hard cock. Running her brightly painted nails along its shaft she moaned as she looked into Tom's eyes.

"Is that what you wanted to see baby?" she breathed.

"Oh fuck yes Dawn," he moaned, his own hand returning to his cock as they stood facing each other, both slowly wanking their hard cocks. They stood for a moment before with a groan Dawn fell to her knees on the hard floor.

"Oh fuck you've got me so horny Tom, I've got to suck your fucking cock! I want to taste your cum!"

Tom could do nothing but moan loudly as Dawns wet lips surrounded his cock, taking him deep into her mouth as she sucked him hard. His hands fell to her head and held it as he pushed his hips forward, fucking her pretty face. Dawn had always proved to be an amazing cocksucker, but this was the most intense experience of his life. She squeezed his balls as she sucked, as if she were trying to squeeze the cum straight from them, so she could taste him that much quicker. Tom knew that this was not going to last long. As much as he enjoyed what Dawn was doing to him, he knew that he couldn't hold back, she had got him so turned on it wouldn't be long before he was filling her mouth with cum.

Dawn pulled her mouth away from his cock, breathing deeply. "Cum you dirty fucker," she panted. "Fuck my mouth like a cunt and shoot your fucking cum in me!"

That was it. As soon as Dawns lips were back around his cock Tom felt it twitch and his balls tighten. He pulled her hard onto him and thrust forward, his balls draining as his hot cum hit the back of her throat. His cock pulsed and jumped in her mouth as wave after wave shot out of him and into her as she swallowed hard, taking everything he could give. Tom fell back against the wall, his softening cock slipping from between Dawns lips. She stood and leaned forward, kissing him passionately, pushing the small amount of cum that she hadn't swallowed into his mouth.

"You are amazing Dawn," Tom gasped as they kissed.

"Mmmmm I'm glad you think so baby," Dawn moaned. "Because I'm still hard as fuck and I've just got to cum!"

Tom sat on the toilet seat as Dawn stood in front of him, wanking her hard cock in his face. 

"Make me cum Tom, please. I'm so fucking horny!" Dawn pleaded.

Dawns language always got harder and dirtier when she was hot and turned on and Tom knew it. He moved her hand away from her cock and wrapped his own around it. Leaning forward he took her throbbing cock into his mouth and began to suck. Tom had done quite well on their first night together, but Dawn had been giving him tips since, and now he knew how to make her happy with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head of her cock, stroking what remained outside his mouth before taking it deeper and really going to town on it as she had done to him.

"Oh fuck that feels good Tom," Dawn moaned. "You are such a nasty boy sucking on my girly cock! Oh please make me cum, I need to cum for you!"

Tom redoubled his efforts. If Dawn was anywhere near as turned on as he had been, it wouldn't be long before he tasted her cum on his tongue. Dawn started sliding her cock back and forth between Tom's lips, fucking his mouth as she got closer and closer to her inevitable orgasm.

"Oh Tom, I'm going to cum!" Dawn gasped. Her hips shot forward, forcing more of her cock into Tom's mouth as her cock bucked and she came hard, shooting it into Toms waiting mouth. Tom swallowed hard, trying to get it all down his throat as Dawn continued to piston her hips back and forth, finally collapsing herself against him. Pulling her spent cock from his mouth, she wiped the tip across his face, leaving a trail of sticky cum across his cheek. She crouched down and licked his face, before pushing her tongue into his mouth and kissing him deeply.

"That was wonderful Tom," she smiled as they broke their kiss. "I can't wait to get you home tonight."

"Well if this little experience is anything to go by, I can't wait either," Tom grinned back at her.

"We'd better get cleaned up and get back to work," Dawn chuckled. "You go first and I'll follow." She kissed him again and whispered, "I love you Tom."

Tom stared at her. In all the time they'd been together, that was the first time either of them had said that. A huge smile broke out on Toms face. "I love you too Dawn." And he meant it. 

A New Dawn Ch. 03



Dawn caught Phillip gazing obviously at Lisa's breasts as she leant forward in her tight top. Being drunk he laboured under the delusion that he was being subtle in his staring. Dawn kicked him under the table and he looked up blankly, as if he had felt the contact but not the pain and was puzzled by it. Then he grinned impishly, realising why she had kicked him.

Before she continued with the story Dawn asked Lisa, "so, any thoughts on that last installment."

Lisa was more prepared this time, "no, apart from I really liked it. I think I actually liked the flirting with waiters more than the sex part. I found that very...well, exciting."

"I know what you mean. Do you think I should have fucked the waiters too?"

"Oh, well, I, no, what you did seemed right. As you said you could if you wanted to."

"Yes, sometimes the actual act is the disappointment. Anyway, after the waiters had gone, Antonia said 'I'm going to take Dawn shopping now for some clothes.' I didn't know anything about this and made a feeble attempt at protest, but was too pleased to make much of an effort.

"Frederico opened his wallet and gave Antonia some money, 'I wish I could come with you, nothing would give me more pleasure, but I have to get back to work. Here, take this,' he turned to me here, 'you are not offended? It is only so Antonia can buy you a nice dress.' I shook my head. It hadn't occurred to me to be offended that he was giving the money in return for sex. Then I worried that I should have been offended and perhaps that _was_ the reason behind the money. But I think he just wanted to treat me, and he knew Antonia didn't have that much money to spare. It was a thoughtful gesture to help her without causing her embarrassment. Frederico spoke some Italian to Antonia. She told me he thanked her again for bringing me, and that they arranged to meet the following Thursday when they would talk all about it. He said to me, 'thank you Dawn this morning has been wonderful. Tonight I will make love to my wife like I have not done for many weeks. You are a very special girl. I hope you have the most amazing journey.'

"He kissed Antonia and when he kissed me he reached up and stroked one of my breasts. Antonia saw it and smirked, but the couple at the table behind frowned disapprovingly, but I didn't care. It was all I could manage not to reach down and start rubbing his cock. As we left my nipples were once again very pronounced through my blouse. The two waiters stood by the exit, staring at my breasts with exaggerated lust now that they were in on the game and one pinched my bum. I gave them a wink over my shoulder as we entered the bustling street and were swept away from the restaurant, so I didn't even see Frederico leave. Antonia had my hand and dragged me through confidently. 'What are we buying?' I asked when I had managed to get alongside her.

'I want to get you a sexy dress, and some underwear.'

'Oh. Are you buying anything?'

'Not today, it's all you.'

'Well, as I'm travelling I haven't got much room.'

'Don't worry it won't take up much space. We're going to a shop where I know them well and they can help us choose.'

"We entered a glass fronted shop, with a discrete dummy wearing a black dress in one window and a collection of expensive looking shoes in the other. It was very classy, with paintings on the wall and designer chairs and sofas. This impossibly beautiful and stylish woman seemed to appear from behind a dummy and glide up to us. Suddenly my brazen display of breasts felt silly and cheap, with her wearing this smart trouser suit and elegant light shoes. She had long, straight black hair and in her shoes was taller than me. She was thin, with angular cheekbones that gave her a stern look. I shied back as she approached, slipping behind Antonia. When she saw Antonia she smiled broadly, which lessened her harsh demeanour dramatically, and they greeted each other with a kiss on each cheek. Antonia introduced her as Isabella. She kissed me also, but after a quick, professional appraisal that I thought concluded that there was something she could work with here. She didn't seem as aloof as I had first feared, but I didn't feel comfortable either.

"They spoke for a while, Antonia occasionally indicating me and Isabella looking me up and down, her hand on her chin. They laughed a few times and Isabella made some expressions of shock. It was all rather disconcerting and I would have been offended normally to be spoken about so blatantly, but I had rather gotten used to it that day. I tried not to appear put out and went to examine some clothes. They were all designer labels and one simple blue dress with thin straps had a price, which I translated as 200, which is a lot now, but was unbelievable back then for a student such as myself. I had that horrible feeling of being in the wrong place, and had I been on my own I would have nonchalantly looked at a few more dresses, pretending not to be shocked by the prices, then fled. But I tried to look as if I belonged there and sat on a steel, high backed chair waiting for them to finish.

"I asked Antonia what they had been talking about afterwards. She never tried to hide any of this from me and said that Isabella had asked her about her lover (it seemed talking of lover's was commonplace in these shops). Antonia had said that he was very happy, he'd just had a treat, indicating me. Isabella was enjoyably shocked, 'you mean...?; and Antonia had nodded and that had been the laughter. She had told the story of the waiters also, but not the train. She certainly didn't mind telling people about me, and she related this with all such openness that it was obvious she didn't see anything wrong with it, which deflated any outrage I might have felt. Antonia had gone on to say that I was her friend who she wanted to introduce into sex. She wanted to buy me a dress that was classy, but which left little doubt about a desire for sex. Not slutty she had insisted, but undeniably sexy.

"Antonia called me over, while Isabella went off to collect some dresses she thought would suit her requirements. 'Isabella will give you some dresses to try on. Make sure you come out and show us how they suit you. I want something which is as sexy as you are.'

"It was a long shop and Isabella took my arm and guided me down the back. She seemed warmer now and chatted away in Italian, lifting up each dress. I made appreciative noises and smiled exaggeratedly. She ushered me into a neat cubicle. I undressed quickly and lifted up the first dress. The curtain pulled back slightly and Isabella poked her head in. She took a quick look at my body, but I was determined not to look naive so I just carried on as normal. She handed me some black high heels, 'you will need some nice shoes to show off those dresses.' I turned to face her and took the shoes from her. 'Grazi.'

"The first dress was a shiny light blue number, very short which hugged every curve. It was strapless and had the back cut out so it opened round to the side. I took a look at myself and was quite pleased. With the shoes on it made my bum look nice, and it definitely looked expensive. I pulled the curtain back and made an extravagant exit. The only way to get away with this was to be confident, if I had tottered out tugging down my skirt it would have just been pathetic. Antonia was sitting in a plush velvet chair and Isabella was standing next to her. They both stopped talking and looked up expectantly. They were approving, but not over impressed, much to the disappointment of my pampered ego. Isabella spoke and Antonia translated, 'it is nice but not your colour. And it does not make enough of your breasts. There is a better dress in there.'

"The next one was a full length black dress with straps down the front to my navel. These pushed my boobs flat giving a good amount of flesh on either side. It was open at the back to just above my bum. It looked like an evening gown and I felt very sophisticated. Antonia beamed at this one and Isabella was more positive. But they decided it was too formal, and maybe I wouldn't get the opportunity to wear it too often. I disagreed, saying I thought I could wear it to a variety of functions. But I may have been swayed by the price tag of 400.

"We stood there arguing for a bit, and I said I didn't know what Antonia had in mind. Isabella said, 'we need a man's opinion. Wait there.' She then went back up the shop and spoke to a middle aged man who was looking through some dresses. She had a brief conversation, pointing towards me. He nodded in agreement and she led him towards us. 'This is Fillipo. He has offered to give his opinion.' He bobbed his head shyly and we introduced ourselves and I went back in to try on the next one. This was a blue dress, with thin straps and midlength skirt. Quite simple, but I felt very comfortable in it. It had under support so it pushed my tits up, and was low cut across these. Everyone liked this one. Fillipo was given first verdict. 'Very sexy, if I saw someone wearing that I would follow them around the room.' I nodded my thank you. Antonia thought it was perfect and Isabella thought it suited my body shape and skin tone.

"Isabella then spoke to Antonia for a bit and she then told me, 'we like this one, but now that Isabella has seen you in some dresses she has some more ideas. So can you just try on some more to be sure.' I didn't see the point, but Isabella was off collecting more outfits already.

"The next one was not a dress, but some black PVC trousers and a matching halter top. This was cut down the side, so the sides of my breasts were clearly visible. The trousers were incredibly tight and I struggled to pull them on. My knicker line was too visible so I took them off and put the trousers back on. It gave such a smooth appearance to my bum that it just begged to be patted. I wasn't sure I could see myself wearing this, I looked like a stripper, but it did feel very empowering. When I exited Fillipo gave a low whistle. Isabella half-turned me and indicated how my breasts bulged provocatively from the side. Antonia asked me turn around so they could see how it looked from behind. I did so and leant forward to give them a good view of my bum. There was mumbled agreement all round. I could see Fillipo was sitting on his hands, presumably to quell the urge to grasp my tightly clad buttocks. Antonia and Isabella exchanged a knowing look and I realised we weren't trying clothes on for my benefit any more.

"I went back in to try on the next outfit. This one was long again, tied around the neck with broad straps which connected below my bust. It was a nice shape, but the trouble was it was made from a sheer white cotton. Without my bra my nipples were clearly visible. It was like net curtain material really. I couldn't see who would possibly wear it. I thought I can't go out of the cubicle in this, but guessing my reluctance Isabella pulled the curtain aside and pulled me out. As I stepped out I realised I had been so absorbed by how visible my breasts were I had forgotten I had taken my knickers off for the last outfit. I stood there, practically naked before these three people. 

'Now that is sexy,' Fillipo said, alternating his gaze between my breasts and my fanny. 

'It definitely gives out the right message' Antonia commented, nodding towards my bush she added, 'maybe too much though.' 

I thought they were being serious, 'but I could never wear it out.' Isabella was speaking, 'she says with the right lingerie underneath it could look stunning. But I told her that after this lunch you must not be wearing a bra.'

'Oh,' I said, not really knowing what to say to this.

"I went back in to try on the last outfit. This was a black satin dress with thin straps and a very short skirt. It was quite loose fitting around my bust, so when I leant forward you could see my nipples. I thought it was probably more lingerie than dress, but now was no time to be coy. Antonia clapped when she saw it and Isabella smoothed it down saying complimentary words. 'It is for the man to decide,' Antonia said. 'What do you think Fillipo?'

"He paused, he had obviously preferred the see-through number. The women were unanimous in favour of this one and tried to persuade him. 'Walk up and down Dawn. See how here breasts move?' They were jiggling quite a lot beneath the loose top. I was standing in front of Fillipo now and Isabella was sitting next to him. She was talking and Antonia kept up a translation. 'We can adjust it if you think that would be better? We could take the skirt up maybe?' Fillipo nodded and Isabella rolled up an inch of the already miniscule skirt. Fillipo indicated it should go higher. She rolled up another inch, so now the bottom half of my fanny was visible. Fillipo indicated higher again. He was now very obviously stroking an erection through his trousers. Isabella stood behind me and lifted the skirt up entirely to reveal my dark red bush. I looked nervously up the shop but it was empty. 

'And we could lower the top maybe?' With that she slipped the straps off my shoulders and the dress tumbled down to my midriff. The best thing was to be brazen, so I turned round and bent over to give him a good view of my bum. Isabella slid the satin dress upward and it glided up and sat on my back. I didn't know what would happen next really, but it was incredibly erotic, being the centre of attention for these three people. I heard a zip undo behind me and turned round to see Fillipo had pulled out a thick penis and was masturbating slowly. I stepped out of my dress now so was naked apart from the high heels. I stepped back into the closet, with the curtain open and fixed my eyes on him as I ran my hands over my body. Then Isabella sat next to him and took his penis in her right hand and wanked him faster. 

All three of them were looking at me, so I put on some poses, running my hand across my bush, and squeezing my breasts. Isabella seemed to be getting excited and expressing it through the speed with which she wanked Fillipo. Within a few minutes his cock twitched back and then lurched forward like someone throwing a headbutt. A big spurt of jism launched in the air and landed on the carpet between us, like something from a cheap sci-fi movie. Fillipo quickly pulled out a handkerchief and Isabella wiped his flagging penis clean. She put it away and zipped him back up and gave him a tender kiss. He seemed embarrassed and kept looking at the pool of drying come on the floor. He got up quickly, bowed to me and scurried up the shop.

"All three of us burst out laughing. 'Bravo' Antonia said. 'I think it is the black dress then.' I pulled the curtain closed again, rather stupidly after what I'd just been doing, but there you have it. I put my trousers back on, and the red blouse, undone to its now standard point and without a bra. Needless to say my nipples were so pronounced they looked painfully constrained against the fabric.

"When I came out Isabella laughed and said something. 'She said you look as though you need sex.' I looked at myself and she was right. I was flushed red and my chest was heaving.

'I do,' I agreed.

"Isabella went into the cubicle and came out with the see-through dress. She spoke through Antonia again. 'She wants you to have this as a gift.' I protested but she insisted. 'But you must promise never to wear a bra with it.'

"I nodded my head to show I agreed. We went back up the shop, Isabella carrying my two new dresses and the shoes. When we got to the counter, which was round the corner from the changing cubicles, Fillipo was standing behind it. I was nonplussed. 'I didn't know he worked here.'

'Oh yes, he is Isabella's husband.'"

Dawn stopped and looked up. Lisa was leaning forward, impatient for more. At this point Phillip brought over the food. 'Tuck in,' he said, arranging bowls of salad and the barbecued meat and vegetables on the crowded table.

"Oh, good," Dawn wiped her hands and piled food on to her plate. Pouring more wine she inquired of Lisa, 'What I'm never sure of is how much of this was just down to me. You see from the moment I let Franco stroke my hair it all had a sense of logical progression to it. In two days I had fucked three strangers, walked around half undressed and stripped in front of another stranger while his wife masturbated him. Yet it all seemed to make sense, each one built on the previous experience. It's not that I wasn't in control, or was doing things against my will, it was more that my threshold as to what was acceptable was being subtly altered all the time. I appreciate Antonia had a lot to do with this and was very clever in her way, but I always knew she was doing it. So, I don't have any perspective on it. Do you think, given my age, you would have done the same Lisa?"

Lisa had obviously seen this coming and had been thinking about her answer before the question came. She still didn't seem sure though, and took a big gulp of wine to ponder further. "I have to say I don't know. I don't think I ever would have done what you did on the train, but then having done that, everything else, as you say makes sense. That train situation is one of those where I could say adamantly 'I would never do that' but I expect you would have said the same before it happened. So I have to say I don't know. Sorry, wimpish answer."

"No, that's very honest. You didn't just say 'No, you're a slut.' That reaction is too easy."

"Before you continue, can I ask a few things?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Are there things you won't do?"

"God yes, loads. Strangely, in some ways I'm quite straight. I probably don't do some things that your average girlfriend does. I don't like anal for a start. I've tried it but I just don't get it. I'm also not keen on swallowing. I think it comes down to how I view sex. I see it as a pleasurable, enjoyable act. I don't understand people who want to do 'nasty' sex. I think sex is fun, a really nice thing to do, why would you want to make it nasty? I won't put up with any domination stuff, and as I said before dirty talk is out. I remember this very sweet lad once got excited and said something like 'suck it you whore.' I stood up and slapped him so hard he almost cried. He begged forgiveness, he thought it was part of the game, but I just left. I won't stand for any of that shit. You might think it would happen a lot, that I'd get myself in to those situations, but actually you can tell those types usually. Most people are quite happy, grateful even to go along with what you have in mind. That's important and it's something I think I gained in those two days, that you create situations which have a certain tone, which you are the author of."

Dawn sighed, "sorry, I do go on a bit don't I?"

"That's okay. I've never met anyone who tells stories so well."

"If you're not too embarrassed to say, what do you like best about them? I'm assuming you like them to keep coming back?"

"The exhibitionism I think. I like that idea of almost exposing yourself or undressing in public."

"Have you ever done anything like that?" This was Phillip, he pretended to be concentrating on the food in order to look nonchalant.

"God no. Weeeeell. I have worn some revealing outfits a few times, and I flashed my boobs to some guys when I got off the train once. I was a bit drunk coming back from a work's do and they had been staring at me. When I got off I lifted up my top and flashed them."

"How did that feel?" Phillip was no longer concentrating on his food.

"I liked it. It was the rush before I did it, when the idea crossed my mind and I got up to leave, I felt quite weak. It was like stealing something. You ever steal anything?"

"Erm, a book once I think." Phillip confessed.

"Me? Nothing." Dawn stated.

"Well, I had a little period of kleptomania when I was a teenager, you know, a lot of girls do. And it was that rush before you picked something up. Of course, I didn't need the things I stole, but for that ten minutes or so prior to, during and just after the act it was exhilarating. Flashing my boobs reminded me of that."




A New Dawn Ch. 03



"So why didn't you do more of it?"

"Well, I don't know. I grew out of stealing and I don't figure I need thrills like that anymore."

"But?"

"But what? But you think I might be repressing it? I don't know I go with that all that American type explore the inner child psychotherapy."

"But?"

She laughed, "okay, stop the buts! I guess I'm comfortable enough now and maybe a little thrill here and there wouldn't go amiss."

"Want to try it? Why not do a little dare now?" Dawn was leaning forward now.

"Tell me the rest of this story and maybe tomorrow."

"Okay, but this story has no end until we reach today really. I'll take you to the next episode tonight. Then Wednesday I want you to turn up here wearing only one piece of clothing, plus shoes of course."

"Only one piece? What do you mean?"

"Well it can be a pair of knickers if you want, but that would be it. Or a dress, or some dungarees. Just one item. We'll be going out, so bear that in mind."

"And you?"

"I'll do the same."

"Okay, it's a deal. Now the rest of the story."

"Right-o. We were at the store, Isabella wrapped up my clothes and we all kissed on departure. We caught the train back to Antonia's house. I still didn't bother to do up my blouse and my disheveled appearance attracted a few looks on the train. Antonia noticed this and smiled to herself.

"She told me she wanted me to tell Marcello all about today, he would enjoy it. I asked her what I should say about Frederico, since I didn't want to get her in trouble. She said that she would just call him a friend, she had lots of friends and he wouldn't think anything of it.

"I tidied myself up a bit but stayed in the same outfit. I wanted to put my new dress on, but Antonia said it would be better for the story if I was wearing the same clothes. Marcello came home about an hour later. Antonia greeted him with great affection, excitedly sitting him down and telling him we had a great story to tell him. She poured some drinks and brought some pasta. Poor Marcello looked nonplussed, Antonia was bustling around, food was being served much quicker than usual and he was staring at my cleavage all the time.

"We had barely started on the first course when Antonia said 'Tell Marcello about our day Dawn'. I realised dinner was incidental, so plunged in. I told him how Antonia had arranged a treat for her friend. I started slowly, but Antonia encouraged me, since she hadn't heard this part. I half-enacted some scenes, showing how I was on the desk and on the chair. Then I told Marcello about the waiter scene. I had become quite excited by the retelling of my encounter with Frederico and my breasts and nipples were swollen. When I did the half -turn to show how I had flashed half my breast, the blouse caught like a coat on a peg, but it was clearly visible. Marcello just stared silently. Then I did the part where I stretched back and I must have tucked my blouse in too tightly because two buttons burst from the front and flew across the room. My tits popped out and we all stopped and stared at the rosy, flushed nipples. I was aching for them to be touched. Antonia stood up and gathered the buttons.

'Give me your blouse and I'll sow these back on. Put on your new dress.'

"I stood up and removed my blouse. I didn't hurry. I would have been happy to stay like that. Marcello hadn't taken his gaze from my tits. I went to the bedroom and took off my trousers, and while I was there I thought I may as well take off my knickers too. I put on the black dress and went back. They seemed as though they hadn't moved. Antonia had my blouse on her lap and was sowing the buttons back on. Marcello resumed staring at me.

"I was so aroused, I was sure they would want me, but it didn't happen. They poured some coffee, then said they were going to bed. I managed to flash my fanny to Marcello as he stood up, but he turned away. I felt snubbed. Antonia gave me the blouse and kissed me goodnight. I went to my room and lay naked on the bed. I listened to them making love for what seemed like ages. Antonia was very excited. I was so horny I masturbated furiously, coming like mad. I hadn't done much of that, but I really needed to. I was desperate for relief after the waiters, the shop and the dinner."

"You poor girl," Lisa commiserated, "to be left high and dry like that!"

"I know, I was bursting. Anyway I slept well after that and only woke up when Antonia knocked on my door and brought coffee and a croissant in. I sat up, letting the silk sheet fall away to reveal my breasts. After what she had seen yesterday it seemed silly to be shy. She sat on the edge of the bed while I drank my coffee and ate my breakfast.

'Marcello will take you to the station this morning, so you can get your train to Naples. I want to say how much I have enjoyed your stay here Dawn.'

"I was halfway through my croissant but mumbled 'me too. I'll always remember it.'

'Will you do me a favour?' She seemed to be talking directly to my breasts. I looked down at them too. Then I saw here hand reaching out, 'finally' I thought and pulled my shoulders back to proffer them up. My aureola contracted in anticipation. But she picked a crumb of pastry from the top of my left breast and put it in her mouth. I looked at her with what I can only imagine was an expression of desperate pleading. But chewing absentmindedly on the pastry she continued, 'will you promise to write to me with all the details of your adventures?'

'Of course,' I said, realising this was the aim of her visit.

"She gave me a piece of paper with her address on it. 'Bless you,' she said. 'You have no idea how happy it will make us. And of course, you can come and visit whenever you want.' She kissed me on the forehead and left."

"So, did you write to her?"

"Yes, and is I still do. In fact four or so years ago Phillip and I went to visit them. Now that is a story you must hear, I had quite a surprise on that trip."

"What?" Lisa squealed, giggling. "You must tell me."

"No, it's too long and would spoil the flow of this one. But if you're a good girl I'll tell you one day."

"So then you went to Naples?"

"Patience Lisa" Phillip admonished.

"I got dressed in some shorts and a vest top, all very sensible and unsexy. I packed up my stuff, including cramming my new dresses and shoes in so they creased unforgivably. Antonia kissed me goodbye on the stairs, crying as if I were her daughter leaving home, then Marcello took me into Florence in his Panda. As we sat in traffic I built up the courage to ask him, 'Marcello, the other day on the train. Did you watch me?'

"He pretended he didn't understand but the answer was in his blushes. I laughed, wagging my finger at him, 'naughty Marcello.'

'You are not angry?' he was very nervous.

'No, why should I be? Tell me, did you enjoy it?'

"He played with the gear stick and then mumbled, 'yes, a lot.'

'Can I ask you another question?' He continued playing with gear stick, but didn't say no. 'Why didn't you make a move on me?'

'Why I no make love to you?' he queried and I nodded. 'It is not right. In the house we have a... how you say... a law?'

'A rule?'

'Si, a rule. It must never be in our home. It would spoil everything. We never say the rule, but we both know it. I know about Frederico, but I know it is never in the house. That is for Antonia and me.'

"I suppose it made sense. I didn't want to ask about Frederico and how he felt about that. I felt sorry for him. 'Do you have a lover?' I asked. What would be an outrageous question to ask so blatantly in England seemed perfectly normal here.

"He did the sort of hand movement. 'A woman, she works on the railway. She is young, but her husband is not good to her, so sometimes she comes to me.'

'Marcello?' He looked at me as we inched forward. 'We're not in the house now.'

'Sorry?'

'Us, we're not in the house now. So your rule does not apply, does it?'

'Nooo' he said slowly.

'Good.' I stroked my hand up his thigh. 'I want to give you a thankyou present.' I was rubbing his crotch now and could feel his cock harden beneath his blue uniformed trousers.

'But there are others,' he indicated the cars next to us, we were practically stationary.

'Do you think they'll mind?' I asked. The car next to us was a Mercedes, so slightly higher than our Panda. It contained just a single businessman who was shaving as he waited. 'I don't think he will.' With that I unzipped Marcello's fly and pulled out his member. I wanked it slowly, so the arm movements weren't too visible. He sighed. 'I really wanted you and Antonia to come to me last night,' I whispered.

"Then I undid my seat beat and leant down, taking his cock in my mouth and slowly working it up and down. Marcello pulled my top up as I lay on my side and put his hand down my bra. He massaged my breasts vigourously, I guess he had been dying to do that for two days now. I stopped sucking and continued wanking him, his cock inches from my face. I'd never really studied one up close before. The skin was so much darker than elsewhere on his body, and the big vein protruded like an elevator shaft on the outside of a skyscraper. I gave him some encouragement, 'did you think of me when you fucked Antonia last night?'

'Si' he moaned. Taking him back in my mouth I looked up to see the businessman next to us staring, his razor in hand. I gave him a wink and he mouthed something to me. Marcello had pulled my bra below my breasts, so he had a good view of those. I reached over to the back seat where I had thrown my rucksack and pulled out my trusty yellow cloth, which poked out. Marcello's penis exited from my mouth with a resounding slurp like a child removing an ice-lolly, and I moved over so I was practically sitting on his lap. Facing him I masturbated him vigourously saying 'pretend your fucking me Marcello.' And he did, rubbing my breasts and bouncing me up and down. I cast a quick look to our friend in the next car, who was obviously masturbating now. Then Marcello pulled me to him and I just managed to wrap the cloth around his cock as he came. I could feel it pulsing beneath the cloth, as if struggling to be free, then the movement subsided and I felt the moisture soak through the material as it faded in my hand. Just then there were three loud horn blasts and the cars behind the Mercedes and us were both telling us to move along, since the cars in front were now a good 100 yards away. I slipped off and tidied myself up. The Mercedes driver gave me a quick wave when he took the next exit.

"Marcello didn't speak for a while. 'Are you okay?' I was worried he may be feeling guilty about Antonia. I wasn't, I'm sure she would appreciate it.

'Yes, thank you dawn. You did not have to do that.'

"I kissed him on the cheek, 'no, but I wanted to.'

'Can I ask a favour?'

'Go on.'

'Is it okay to tell Antonia? She would like this story.'

"I thought he was going to ask the exact opposite, for me to keep it from her, so I laughed. They never stopped surprising me these Italians. 'Of course. Do you mind if I tell her in my next letter also?' I knew she would appreciate my point of view and details such as the Mercedes driver, who Marcello had failed to notice, or would not mention if he had.

'No, she would like that.'

"We were soon at the station and he showed me where to get the train. Then he kissed me goodbye and made me promise to write. I had an instant attack of nostalgia as he walked away and I almost ran after him yelling I wanted to stay longer. But I knew there'd be lots of times like these and I had to harden myself to them.

"So that's it, Florence is finally finished. Tell me Lisa can you see anything significant in my encounter with Marcello?"

"What apart from the fact that you have to have some form of sex every day?" she joked.

"Yes, apart from that."

"It was the first one that you initiated. It was about you testing your powers wasn't it?"

"Full marks!"

Lisa bowed, "see I am paying attention."

"Oh I can see that."

Lisa wondered if Dawn was referring to her erect nipples. She should have worn a looser top tonight. "So on to Naples is it?

Dawn looked at her watch. "It's nearly one and we've all got work tomorrow. So that's probably enough for one sitting. It's tiring to tell these, and we can only take so much arousal. Look at poor Phillip, I'm going to have to relieve him before he can sleep tonight. Why don't you come back tomorrow? Let's have a barbecue out on the balcony and I'll give you the next installment. It'll probably be quite a long session tomorrow, so be prepared."

Lisa didn't hide her disappointment, but she acquiesced. As they kissed her goodnight Dawn made sure her hand touched her side for slightly longer than it should have.

When she had gone Phillip handed Dawn a drink and massaging her neck he asked "Tomorrow night do you think?"

"Mmmm. I'm sure we could do. But I plan to make her wait. The longer we keep her in these aroused state the more likely she is to have the same sort of feeling I did. If we do it now we probably won't see her again. She needs more stories."

Phillip kissed her neck and stroked her stomach under her top. "Now what about that relief you promised..."



A New Dawn Ch. 03



Please read chapters 1 and 2 of A New Dawn and all of Intervention before you read this one. Some of this won't make a lot of sense unless you do.

There's something about a sunny day at the beach in Southern California. Sure, it can be clear and sunny and warm anywhere. But unlike most of the United States, in SoCal you don't have the humidity and you don't have the multitudes of airborne bugs. The Pacific Ocean stretches as far west as you can see or even imagine, a deep blue foundation topped by glimmering white peaks. Depending upon which beach you happen to be at you'll see people lying in the sun, swimming, surfing or body surfing or windsurfing, kayaking, biking, roller blading, lifting weights, playing volleyball, picnicking, painting, hawking questionable goods and services, or almost every other manner of activity you could imagine. You almost never see any tourism commercials for Southern California. It doesn't need them. If you aren't afraid of the occasional earthquake, you pretty much want to be here.

I was naked and sweating in the sun in the backyard of my Malibu almost-beach house. We could have maybe afforded a house on the beach but your bang for the buck increases dramatically on the other side of Pacific Coast Highway, and the farther east you're willing to go the more you can get for your money. We were far enough east to have a house that was nicely sized for the three of us but still close enough that we could ride bikes to the beach whenever we were in the mood.

I was thinking about hopping in the pool to cool off when my cell phone rang. It was Meyer.

"We're up, John Boy" he said.

"It's our day off, Meyer. "What the hell?"

"Hey, it's your own fucking fault. You weren't so successful at this detective shit, they wouldn't want to use you so much. I'm rolling hot on the Jansen case; I don't want to pull away from it. Help me out here, Johnny."

Chelsea Jansen was the 15 year old daughter of a Los Angeles city council member. She had disappeared after school and had been found two days later, raped and strangled. There was never any question that the elite LAPD Robbery Homicide Division would be given the case and right now Meyer and I were the golden boys, solving new cases and the occasional cold case with a speed and frequency that baffled even us. We'd been transferred to Robbery Homicide as a team from Pacific Division because of our record for cases solved and convictions. A transfer to Robbery Homicide was really a promotion, not in rank or money but in prestige and case importance and visibility, and when we'd talked it over we'd both agreed that we wanted it.

Working a case has a lot in common with being a serious gambler. When you're on a roll you run with it and you keep at it and you don't stop. Momentum has a way of quickly getting away from you if you slow down or back off. I understood where Meyer was coming from.

"Okay, partner," I said. "What did we pick up?"

"B & E robbery. Rich hot shot software developer, lives not too far from you. They took his mom's jewelry and stuff he considers to be intellectual property, stuff that was going into his next software thingy. If you could just go up there and do the usual basic blocking and tackling and see if he has any ideas about who and why, that'd be great, kid."

I could tell his mind was already back on Chelsea Jansen.

"Meyer?"

"Best I can tell, Johnny, she was a sweet kid. Gorgeous. Good to people. A guided missile for college. I'm pretty fucking pissed off about this one."

Meyer was pretty fucking pissed off whenever anyone was murdered. But... a little girl.

"Meyer," I said. "We'll get the asshole. Hell, you're working the case on a Saturday. He doesn't stand a chance."

Meyer gave me the software guy's address and phone number. His place was no more than fifteen minutes from my house. I said goodbye to Meyer and hopped in the pool for one last refreshing little dip. As I climbed back out and shook the water from my hair the gate in the backyard fence opened and the neighbors' girl Laura appeared, dressed in a skimpy white bikini. She took two steps into the backyard, saw me standing there, and froze as the gate closed behind her.

"Hi, Laura," I said as I reached for the towel.

"Hi Johnny," she said. She watched, not moving, as I dried my hair. "Umm... you're naked."

I looked down at myself. "Holy cow... you're right!"

She laughed and walked towards me. "I was afraid you'd be mad at me for seeing you nude," she said.

I continued to dry off and said, "Kid, we told you that you could come over any time to use the pool, and this is any time. Maybe we should have also told you that this is very much a clothing optional zone and there's a chance that if you do come over you'll catch us in the buff. Now you know."

"Clothing optional zone?"

"Yep. We like to be nude. If that bothers you or your parents enough to keep you away, I understand. But I promise I'm just a guy who doesn't like to wear clothes unless he has to. You're safe with me."

"I'm okay with you being naked, Johnny," she said. She sat on a lounge chair and looked up at me. "It doesn't hurt that you're in great shape."

"Cool," I said as I wrapped the towel around my waist. I studied her swimsuit. "Besides, once you get that thing wet you may as well be naked yourself."

She looked down at her bikini. "Maybe," she said. "You want to find out?"

Uh-oh.

"I would indeed but I've gotta run. Cop stuff," I said.

"I could jump in and out really fast before you go," she said. "Just to test your theory."

It's a good thing I'd been getting regular sex and lots of it from two women that I dearly love; otherwise my typical lack of willpower might get me into some serious shit here. On the other hand, with my girls having been gone all week I wasn't about to take any chances with my libido.

"Laura, I could probably get in trouble just being naked in front of you. You're a truly gorgeous young woman. If you got naked too, who knows how deep the trouble might get? I really do have to run now. Enjoy the sun and the pool."

She looked disappointed and I chuckled as I walked to the house. You've still got it Johnny, I said to myself. You can attract underage girls. Maybe later you can try your luck at a retirement home. 

I quickly showered and dried off and put on a lightweight wool Canali suit. I glanced out the window and saw that Laura was taking advantage of my clothing optional zone and tanning topless. I got my ass out of there fast and hit the road. 

*****

I thought about calling ahead as I climbed the twisting hilly road but his place was so close that it didn't seem worth it. Fifteen minutes later I parked the car outside a very large house in a very secluded and quiet rural neighborhood. I walked up the driveway past a late model BMW M5, went to the door, and rang the bell. 

I watched through the screen door as a pretty young girl walked down the hallway towards me. She was nude. My kind of place, I thought, and today was turning into my kind of day. Somehow her body, though small, managed to look lean and willowy and almost waif-like. Her long brunette hair was a perfect match for her light olive skin tone. It fell to just above her pert little nipples.

"May I help you?" she said. 

I badged her and introduced myself and told her I was there to speak with the owner and his mother about the robbery.

"Please come in," she said as she opened the screen door. "My name is Esmeralda."

"Nice to meet you," I said as I walked past her and started towards the living room.

"Wait!" she said. "They're all..." She looked down at herself, then back at me. "Oh, shit," she said. "I'm sorry. We don't wear clothes very often around here and I honestly just forgot. If you'll please wait here I'll go put something on and then go out back and tell them all to get dressed, too."

"That's okay," I said. "I'm a nudist when I'm home, too. As long as they won't be embarrassed, neither will I."

She laughed. "Embarrassment isn't something we're very big on here, either," she said. "Okay then, follow me." I watched her ass as she led me towards the backyard. I'm in a committed relationship but hey, she was right there in front of me, her butt muscles flexing as she walked. Besides, I'm a detective. Even I can't control my amazing powers of observation.

We walked past a large sliding glass door and into a small orgy in progress. I stopped and stared. A man was on his back on a lounge chair giving oral sex to the very pretty young blonde girl perched above him, who in turn was kissing the beautiful older woman facing her, who in turn was bouncing up and down on the man's rather large cock. On the lounge next to them a very fit blonde woman with very large breasts was locked in a 69 with a shorter, more voluptuous Hispanic woman. Moans and little words of encouragement formed the soundtrack for the scene of entangled lovers.

Years ago I'd spent some time on the set of a porn shoot in conjunction with a case I was working. I saw a lot of guys with big dicks and a lot of naked skinny young beauties and many different kinds of sex, but nothing that compared with this. Porn actors did it for the money and although the sex was real, for the most part the love and the lust and maybe even the enjoyment were fake. But these five people weren't faking anything. It was an incredibly erotic sight and I realized that my own cock was suddenly hard as a rock and pushing against my trousers, a fact not lost on Esmeralda.

"I know," she said. "I've seen them do it countless times and you'd think I'd be used to it. But every time I see any of them having sex in any combination I get so incredibly horny." She stepped in front of me and backed into me until my cock was nestled in the crack of her ass. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her abdomen as we watched the lovers go at it. I sighed.

"You're beautiful, but I can't," I said as I gently pulled away and stepped back just far enough so that we weren't touching. "I'm in a committed relationship. My lovers would have to be with me before we could do anything like this."

"Lovers? Plural?"

I sighed again. I'd been here for maybe ten minutes and had learned nothing relevant to my case. Meanwhile this young girl was getting my life's story. I'm an honest person but I normally don't volunteer personal information to total strangers. But my powers of observation and deduction told me that there was a fairly small chance that this particular group of people would be judgmental.

"Yes, plural, as in two women. I'm in a committed threesome, a triad. We've been together for almost a year now and it's working. We're in love with each other and although we do bring other women into our bed, we only do it when we're together."

"That's cool. I like the idea of commitment. Before my mom came to work for Thomas I was a good Catholic girl." She giggled. "Now I'm a bad Catholic girl."

"Where is your mom?"

She pointed. "That's her over there on top of Nela."

We were interrupted by grunting and panting from the young blond sitting on the man's face. "Tommy, I'm gonna cum!" she said. My super deduction powers told me that Tommy was most likely Thomas Barker, the man I was here to interview. Then her back arched and her face contorted and she literally screamed, just like my Dawn does. The man reached up and grabbed her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers and her scream got louder. Clearly he knew how best to give her pleasure.

Esmeralda watched her cum, then turned to me with worry on her face. "We're not doing anything illegal here, are we Detective?"

"Call me Johnny," I said. I looked at her naked body. "Our relationship already seems far enough along that 'Detective' sounds a bit stilted." I thought about her question. "Let's see. I'm guessing that nobody's trading sex for money here and as far as I can tell all the sex is very consensual." I studied her face and her body again. "You aren't underage, are you?"

"I'm eighteen, almost nineteen," she said. 

"How old were you when your mother came to work for Thomas?"

"Sixteen."

"Were you having sex with them when you were a minor?"

"No, I haven't had sex with anyone yet. I just like to be naked with them."

"Then there's at least a small chance that I won't have to arrest anyone today. " 

She gave me a scared look. I held a straight face for a few seconds, then cocked my head and gave her a crazy face and she figured out that I was having her on. She laughed and hit me in the shoulder.

"You're such a shit, Detective!" she yelled. 

When I looked back at the lovers they were all staring at me. I cleared my throat as I pulled out my badge.

"Ah, good morning," I said. "I'm Detective John Rand with the Los Angeles Police Department. I'm here to interview Thomas Barker in connection with the burglary that took place here yesterday. If I've come at, umm, an inopportune time, we could make an appointment for later."

The older woman said, "Nonsense," while still sliding up and down Barker's cock. "You've already seen everything there is to see and as long as you're not offended you're welcome to stay. I would like to finish though, if you don't mind."

"Be my guest," I said. "I'm not offended: I'm a nudist myself. And I've also been known to enjoy sex from time to time."

She smiled at me. "Nudist, huh? Then take off your clothes, have some champagne, and relax." I swear, the two blonde women and Esmeralda perked up noticeably and looked at me expectantly.

"I'm on police business, Ma'am," I said. "I'm going to stay sober and keep my clothes on for now. If I got naked I'm not sure where I'd carry my gun."

She laughed and then her eyes closed and her body tensed up and she came, quietly uttering little "unnh" sounds. Barker reacted immediately; apparently her pussy had clamped down on him.

"I'm cumming, Mom," he said. 

Mom?

The others looked at me quickly as she said, "Yes Thomas, cum in me! I want to feel it!"

Barker grabbed her thighs and pounded up into her for a few strokes and then groaned out his climax. After a moment she pulled away from him and one of his shots spurted into the air before she could wrap her mouth around his cock and suck the rest of his seed from him. When she was done she pulled back to look him in the eyes, and the older blonde immediately bent over and licked the errant spurt from his abdomen. It finally dawned on me that all five of these women were his. And I thought my life was complicated.

The blonde kissed Barker and whispered something in his ear. "Uh-oh," he said, and looked at me. I figured she was telling him that he'd called the older woman "Mom."

"We could get cleaned up and dressed and take this into the living room," he said. 

"Nah, I'm enjoying the view out here," I said, looking at the women.

"Me too," said the older blonde woman. "I really wish you'd take your clothes off."

"Maybe later," I said. "Right now I need to speak with Mr. Barker."

"Please call me Thomas," he said. "Juana, would you mind making enough brunch for all of us?"

The voluptuous olive skinned one smiled and said, "Of course Thomas, it will be my pleasure." She turned to me. "Is there anything that you cannot eat?"

I started to decline but was stopped by a rumble from the general vicinity of my stomach. "Nope," I said. "Anything you can make, I will happily eat. I especially like spicy."

Her eyes lit up. "As do I," she said. "I believe that I can manufacture something that will please us both." And off she padded towards the house with her daughter in tow. I watched their naked asses until they were out of view.

The older blonde woman slipped her arms around me from behind. "My name is Nela, Officer," she said as her hands moved down my chest and abs and then farther down over my pants to play with my cock. It was still hard and my balls were starting to ache a little. I didn't move her hands away.

"Detective," I said. My voice was a little hoarse. This place was steeped in sex and some of it was being directed towards me and I was losing it. Dawn and Mary Beth had been gone for almost a week and that was a long goddamned time for a guy who was used to sex every day, usually multiple times a day.

"Detective, sorry," she said in a low breathy voice as she stroked my erection through my pants. "I hope I can make it up to you somehow." She kissed my neck and unwrapped her hands from around me and slunk away. I watched her ass, too.

Next, the younger blonde walked around the lounge chairs until she was facing me. I looked her over, from her toes to her long perfect legs to her beautiful bare pussy to her flat little tummy to her lovely firm breasts to her beautiful face. We looked each at each other.

"There's something," she said.

"What?"

"There's something about you," she said. 

I thought Barker tensed a little at that. I tried to fix it. "I'm a lesbian," I said.

She stared at me. Then smiled. "Oh, so you like women," she said. Her hand brushed my cheek as she turned and walked away.

Johnny Rand, the great fixer.

I sat on a lounge chair facing Barker and the older woman. I took out my notebook. I always like to start interviews freeform. Sometimes you can get information that way which wouldn't necessarily come up if the person you were interviewing were only answering structured, narrowly directed questions. So I simply said, "Tell me about the robbery, Mr. Barker."

"Call me Thomas," he said, "And this is Natalie." 

"Nice to meet you both." I said. Thomas proceeded to describe what had happened from his perspective. It boiled down to this:

 •He got home. •His stuff was gone.

The thieves had somehow managed to disable a state-of-the-art home alarm system and then open and empty a safe. The safe was a model I was familiar with and I knew that its involvement was going to make the case much easier to solve. The number of people with the knowledge and skill required to crack it in a manner other than jack hammering it open or blowing it up was extremely small. Although spies and thieves in the movies have no problem opening safes by feel or by putting their ears against the door as they turn the dial, in real life it was just a tad more difficult.

"What was stolen?" I said.

"Code for my latest video game. Some cash. A design for a smart adapter that lets games made for one platform be used on the others." Pause. "My mother's jewelry."

The last part hung in the air. I looked at the older woman sitting next to Barker. She looked back at me for a while, then nodded and held out her hands in "Okay, handcuff me" fashion.

"Yes, I'm his mother, as you already know. And yes, we have sex. Incest. Are you going to take us away?"

I stared at her hard. Out of nowhere tears welled up and rolled out of my eyes and down my cheek.

"I'm having sex with my niece," I blurted.

Her expression immediately softened.

"I'm in love with her, and she's in love with me. And we have to hide it from the world."

"Oh, my dear boy, I'm so sorry," she said. She moved to my lounge chair and hugged me and I wrapped my arms around her and fought to keep from sobbing. Where in hell had this emo shit come from all of a sudden?

After a while I sniffed and wiped my eyes and said, "Thank you. So anyway, it's perfectly okay with me that the two of you are in love."

She pushed back from me and said, "Detective, we certainly love each other but we are not in love. I'm looking for a man closer to my own age, and Thomas is in love with his sister."

I stared at her, then at him.

"The younger blonde," he said. "Tina. The one who seems to have the hots for you."

Shit, this was quickly becoming the most complicated interview I'd ever held. And I still knew next to nothing about the case.




A New Dawn Ch. 03



"Mr. Barker..."

"Thomas."

"Okay, Thomas. I'm Johnny. Look, there's no way I'm going to try anything with any of your women. I'm in a committed relationship and I'm faithful to it." I explained my situation and how I came to be living in a three-way relationship with my niece and my best friend.

"So," said Natalie, "you or your lovers can bring other women home and you're all free to have at them, but you never fool around without the consent of your lovers and they don't fool around at all with other men?"

"That's about it," I said. "Sometimes Dawn and I have sex alone and sometimes Mary Beth and I have sex alone but usually we're together and have ménage a trois sex. We've gotten pretty good at it and it feels a little empty unless it's all three of us. We used to bring other women to bed and it was great sport but over time we've done that less and less. It's hokey to say but we complete each other. We make each other feel complete."

"That actually sounds pretty familiar," Natalie said.

Thomas stared at me. "That's not hokey. That's beautiful. I'd like to meet them. How would you all like to come over for dinner tonight?"

"They're flying home today from Mary Beth's high school reunion," I said. "I'm picking them up from the airport in..." I looked at my watch. "Two hours."

"Let me do this for you then," said Thomas. "Give me your address. I'll have a limo pick you up there within an hour and take you to the airport. You can bring your girls home and the limo will stay at your disposal until you release it. If your girls are too tired then we'll try to get together some other time. But if they're up for it you can take the limo back here and we'll lay on a major league drinks and dinner fest. Juana is the best cook in Los Angeles and she loves cooking for new people. And you and I have a lot in common and a lot to talk about, I think. What do you say?"

He was a stranger, so no. He was a citizen involved in my case, so for sure no. And I suspected he was still jealous of his sister's interest in me, so hell no.

But I liked him. And he and his harem were people I could talk to about my situation with Dawn and Mary Beth, people we could socialize with without hiding what we were to each other.

"Yes," I said.

*****

Juana brought out her quickie brunch, a wonderfully simple little egg, chorizo, pepper and onion thing that about blew the roof of my mouth off. After drinking half my glass of water I managed to squeak, "What kind of peppers did you use, Juana?"

She finished chewing her second bite, swallowed, and smiled. "Jalapenos for everyone, and for you and me a combination of tabasco peppers and habaneros." People who have only tasted Tabasco Sauce have no idea that the tabasco pepper itself is actually quite a bit hotter than the jalapeno, but most people know that the habanero pepper is Oh My God hot. I noticed that she hadn't yet touched either her water or her champagne. Well, I'd asked for spicy and she'd delivered. I finished it off without looking too much like a wimp.

After the meal we said our goodbyes and I headed back home to change into something less formal and more airport-friendly. Laura was still in the backyard under the sun only now she was on her back and fully nude and sweating profusely. I took her a cold Diet Coke and as we talked I couldn't help but steal glances at her lovely little body. Her pussy was bare and her firm little perspiration-tinged teenaged tits glistened proudly in the sun. Jail bait. I told her that I'd leave the door open so she could get something to drink while I was gone, then hustled my ass back inside wondering how much explaining I'd have to do if she were still here when the girls got back.

I made a couple of phone calls and quickly had a list of the four people we knew of in Los Angeles who might be able to both disarm a state-of-the-art alarm system and crack a TL-30 rated safe. Of course, two different people may have accomplished those feats but it was typically better to start out simple. I made another call and discovered that one person on the list was in state prison, another was in LA county jail, and a third was actually consulting for the LAPD. That didn't mean he wasn't also doing some freelance work on the side, but again for the sake of simplicity I mentally crossed him off my list for now. That left one name. Of course, it could also have been someone who wasn't on the list because we didn't know about him yet. But I was feeling lucky.

I didn't have probable cause or even reasonable suspicion to do anything at all yet, but fortunately in this guy's case I didn't need it. He was on parole. I looked at my watch. I didn't have time to make it to his place before the girls landed. I thought about getting a squad car to roll on it but then I had an epiphany. I took a deep breath and called the Department of Corrections and prepared to wade through a tangle of people and administrivia in order to find the guy's parole officer. Amazingly it only took quick talks with two people before I had the officer's name, and when I was transferred to his extension he was actually in the office and willing to talk. I looked up at the ceiling and wondered why God was smiling on me. I explained the crime and the situation.

"You know the guy so you might be the one who is best able to spot anything out of the ordinary," I said. "I was wondering if you'd be willing to make a little unscheduled visit and poke around, see if there's any indication that he's returned to a life of crime." 

"What a shock that would be," he said. There was a pause. "I was about to take my lunch break. How about I drive out to this guy's house instead? He's only 20 minutes or so away."

I couldn't believe my luck. I knew I was asking a lot given the schedule these guys have to keep. I thanked him and he promised to call my cell phone to let me know what he found either way.

I'd only been home for half an hour when, true to Barker's word, a gleaming black stretch limo slowed down and parked in front of my house. 

The driver's door opened and a miniature supermodel stepped out. I guessed her at early to mid-twenties. She was around five foot nothing but she was gorgeously proportioned and had a beautiful and exotic face, a mixture of Asian and African genes as best I could tell. She wore a dangerously short black spandex mini-dress and four inch black high heels. She was incredibly attractive and her walk oozed sexuality. I watched, fascinated, as she sauntered up to my porch.

"You must be Mr. Rand," she said. "I'm your driver, J." She offered her hand and I shook it.

"Jay?" I said.

She smiled at me, a brilliant display of flawless white teeth. "Yes, as in the letter 'J.' My name is Jennifer but my family has called me J my whole life and my friends picked up on it and at some point I simply gave up fighting it."

"Jay it is," I said, mentally lengthening the name into something I could more easily wrap my head around. I invited her inside and asked her whether she wanted something to drink and we both went into the kitchen to fetch bottles of Dasani from the refrigerator. Jay looked out at the backyard through the screen door.

"You have a lovely backyard. Very nice features."

I followed her gaze and saw Laura emerging from the pool, water streaming down her nude, tanned body.

"Ah," I said. "Laura is the neighbors' daughter. We let her sunbathe and use the pool. This is her first foray into nudity here that I'm aware of."

"I see," she said. "Thomas told me that you are something of a nudist yourself and that I should be prepared to be greeted by a naked man when I arrived. I was frankly a little disappointed when you showed up at the door wearing clothes."

"Two reasons," I said. "First, I figured that when you got here I should be ready to go to the airport. Second, I didn't think it would be a good idea to be nude around Laura, especially while she's naked too, and most especially while we were alone together. Right now I'm pretty horny and she's... pretty young."

"Makes sense," she said, "and your restraint shows good character." She gave me a coy look and ran her hands over her clingy little dress as if to smooth it (an unnecessary exercise) and tug it down (an impossible exercise) as she said, "So how can I best serve you today, Mr. Rand?"

My amazing powers of intuition told me that there was a greater than one percent chance that her services might include more than just driving a limo from Point A to Point B. 

"Call me Johnny," I said. "What services are on the menu?"

She gave me an appraising look and appeared satisfied. "For you, Johnny, all the same services available to Thomas."

"Help me out here," I said. "I've known Thomas Barker for a whole 60 minutes."

"Ah," she said. "Well, of course, there's the limo. I'm on a retainer that essentially constitutes a salary since it's an amount generous enough to provide for all my needs. At the moment Thomas is my only limousine client which means that I'm pretty much at his beck and call, which in turn means that today I'm at your beck and call."

"I see," I said.

"On occasion I accompany him as his escort to business meetings or social functions, although these days not as often as I'd like."

"Okay," I said.

"And before his sis... before the ladies you met joined his household, Thomas and I would sometimes enjoy sex together." She frowned. "I miss those days."

"I know about his sister and his mother," I said.

She brightened. "Ah, then it's obvious that Thomas trusts you," she said. "Good. My intuition was correct." She stepped closer, close enough that I could detect the faint scent of expensive perfume and aroused woman. She looked up into my face and made the most direct eye contact possible and said, "I'm at your disposal today, Johnny. Which of my services would you like to employ first?"

I felt as though I was about to break into a sweat. Barker's women were making it tougher than usual to be a faithfully committed guy today.

"Umm. Just a ride to LAX," I said. "We're picking up my lovers. I'm faithful to them." She didn't bat an eye at 'lovers.'

"Shit," she said. Then, realizing that she'd said it out loud she said, "Forgive me." She caressed my cheek. "I respect that, but I was looking forward to getting to know you a lot better."

"That might still be possible," I said. "I'm very much attracted to you, and we occasionally make room in the bed for a fourth lover. If you're into that kind of thing, that is."

She brightened again. "That sounds lovely," she said. "I very much hope that your ladies will agree."

Before we took off Jay asked me whether I wanted her to open and pour champagne. I was off duty and not driving and I'd had a craving for champagne ever since watching four beautiful nude women sipping it earlier this morning. "That's a big 'Yes,'" I said, "but just point me at the bottle and I'll uncork it while you drive."

She leaned into the back of the limo and opened the lid to a refrigerated chamber. Inside were several icy bottles of Cristal.

"Thomas lives very well," I said as I climbed into the car.

"Yes, he does," she said.

I'd done some quick Google research on Barker before driving up to meet with him. I had thought I was doing quite well for myself: with the money that Dawn had given me from her inheritance and the fact that I usually didn't even manage to spend all of my LAPD salary, I had gone from being a middle-class public servant to being seven-figure rich. Thomas Barker was nine-figure rich, a whole different kind of wealthy. He spilled more money than I made. I wondered how much he paid Jay as a retainer. And how much Cristal he and his women drank.

She drove quickly and smoothly south on PCH. I sipped very good champagne and watched the beach as we transitioned from Malibu into Santa Monica, and then east onto Interstate 10 and finally south through the city on the 405.

I worried that I might quickly become so spoiled by very good champagne that Barefoot Bubbly would no longer satisfy me. I might already be so snobbish as to have to move up to Chandon.

My cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number. "Rand," I said.

"This is your lucky fucking day, Detective," said the parole officer. "When I pulled up he was putting a bag in the trunk of his car. I snuck up behind him and said 'What's in the bag?' and he just about fainted."

"Was it...?"

"Yep, everything you described. I think he was heading out to unload the jewelry right away then figure out what to do with the other stuff."

"Where is he now?"

"I called it in to my guys and they called your guys and one of them, a Detective Meyer, came out and transported him and the evidence to PAB." PAB is the LAPD Police Administrative Building, where Robbery-Homicide resides.

"I can't thank you enough," I said.

"Hey, I get credit for the bust with Corrections, too," he said. "Thanks for the tip."

I called Meyer and verified that all of the stolen items had been recovered. Then I made another call.

"Thomas Barker."

"Johnny Rand here," I said.

"Didn't the limo show up?"

"Sure did, thanks. We're almost at the airport. I'm sitting here drinking your Cristal. I called to tell you that we recovered your stolen property."

Silence. Then, "You're shitting me."

"I shit thee not." 

"It's barely been an hour. And it's your day off."

"I like to detect in my spare time."

"And you do it very well," he said. "When can we have it back?"

"Well, it's evidence in a crime," I said. "It's gotta be processed and it's really the assistant DA assigned to the case who'll decide when it's no longer needed. But with high value personal property in a robbery case like this they'll most likely catalog it, take pictures, and give it right back to you."

"I don't know how to thank you," he said.

"Not a problem; your tax dollars at work. See you tonight." We hung up.

As we pulled off the freeway to head west towards LAX Jay said, "Johnny, would you like me to come inside with you to manage the luggage or would you rather I stay with the limo so that I can quickly pick you up when you get back to the curb?"

I said, "I'd like you to come along inside with me and meet the girls, Jay, but there's no way I'm going to let you lug bags."

"Sexist, are we Johnny?"

"You bet. I haul the bags and hold the doors open and stand up when a woman comes to the table or leaves it."

"Good boy," she said. "Your parents raised you right."

I didn't tell her that there were no parents involved in my upbringing.

We parked the limo in the short-term parking structure and walked to the American Airlines terminal and got as close as we could to where the disembarking passengers would be exiting the secure area. We didn't have long to wait. I saw the girls come flouncing past security and my heart leapt. After being with these two wonderful, sexy beauties for nearly a year I was deeply in love with both of them and dreadfully missed them on those rare occasions when we were apart for any length of time. 

They saw me and yelled my name and both ran into my waiting arms. We group hugged and I kissed Dawn deeply and then did the same to Mary Beth. We had long since established a protocol that it didn't matter who I kissed first, or who I made the first sexual move towards when we were in bed together. We were all in love with each other and each of them was happy to see me make the other one feel good, and that was all that mattered.

"How was the flight?" I said.

"Great," said Mary Beth. "No problems at all. We might have had a little too much to drink, though. The flight attendant kept coming around and refilling our wine glasses."

"The perils of flying first class," I said.

"It sure helps pass the time, though," said Dawn.

"Girls, I'd like you to meet Jay," I said. "Jay, meet my lovers Dawn and Mary Beth." I pointed at each woman as I said their name. Our little supermodel stepped forward and shook hands gravely. My girls looked at me and gave me the same quizzical expression.

"Jay is our limo driver," I said.

"Limo? Yay, goodie!!" Mary Beth jumped up and down and clapped her hands.

Dawn was staring at Jay. "You're beautiful," she said, and then looked at me. "Have you...?"

"No," I said.

Jay understood what Dawn was asking. "I made a run at him before I knew about you two and he made a point of telling me that he was faithful to you," she said. "It was cute and honorable, and sexy. And frustrating."

The girls stared at her.

"Some of Thomas' women made it pretty clear that he could have sex with them, too, but he turned them down," Jay said.

"Thomas' women?" said Dawn.

"I'll tell you later," I said.

"We decided that if you had fooled around while we were gone we would forgive you," Mary Beth said. "We took care of each other's needs all week but you had nobody."

"Doubly frustrating now," Jay said.

Dawn and Mary Beth looked at her, then at each other, and both of them grinned. I knew that Jay would be joining us in bed.

"Yes, I've been faithful and now I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it," I said. "Let's go home fast."

We collected the girls' luggage and put it in the limo and while Jay drove us home we killed a bottle and a half of Cristal. I had both Dawn and Mary Beth topless by the time Jay parked at the curb. They got out that way and walked towards the house, sipping champagne. A neighbor guy jogged right past them without even looking back. Maybe gay, or maybe just used to that kind of thing in Malibu. 

I looked at Jay. She was giving me a "What should I do now, Master?" look.

"Come to bed with us. Please?" I said.

She let out a breath and her face lit up and she grinned at me. "I thought you'd never ask," she said. I grabbed her hand and held it as we walked to the house. Down the hall I saw my two topless beauties staring out the screen door into the backyard.

"Johnny...?" Dawn said. I walked to the kitchen and looked.

Six teenage schoolgirls were cavorting naked in and around our pool, laughing and splashing and making merry. I glanced at the bar: all the liquor seemed to be in the right place and at the right levels. Good girl, Laura, I thought.

"I can explain," I said. "I think."

"No need," Jay said. "I can vouch for you. 'Honorable' covers this situation, too."

Dawn giggled. Mary Beth looked at Jay. "We both trust Johnny completely," she said. "We've been through some tough shit and he's proven himself more than anyone should ever have to. And we know Laura and Johnny's not in trouble here. But I'm curious. How can you vouch for him when you don't really know him?"

"I have a gift," she said simply. "It doesn't fail me. I meet a person and make eye contact and talk to them about almost anything and I can intuit their character. I met Johnny a couple of hours ago and within five minutes I knew that he was honest, brave, humble, emotionally open, and a caring and giving lover. That's why I offered myself to him." She looked at both women. "Before I knew he was committed to you," she said.

Dawn said, "Jay, would you like to find out just how caring and giving a lover Johnny is? We'd like you to come to bed with us. I can tell that Johnny would really love it if you would."

"I would be honored to," Jay said. "Thank you."

"We girls can't guarantee that we'll keep our hands off of you, Jay," Mary Beth said. "In fact I can pretty much guarantee that we'll have our hands and tongues all over you."

Jay's hands flew to her cheeks and her face formed a shocked expression. "Oh, heavens," she said. "Whatever shall I do in the face of such debauchery?"

Mary Beth grinned and grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the stairs. "Off through the looking glass we go then, Alice," she said. And off they went. 




A New Dawn Ch. 03



Dawn turn to me and kissed me and grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the stairs, too. "Off we go too, Johnny," she said. "I've missed you so much. Did you miss me?"

I stopped her and turned her around and held her face in my hands. "You have no idea, my love," I said. I kissed her and my hands roamed up and down her back. Nudity in this house was common and no big deal but nudity just before sex is intriguing and enticing, especially when the participants are particularly horny, more especially when the subject of the intrigue is my lovely niece, and most especially when the particularly horny participant in question is me. My hands worked their way between us while we kissed and encompassed her bare breasts and she moaned into my mouth. Her hand moved down and played over my aching erection.

She broke our kiss and spoke. "You. Bed. Now." And hand in hand we walked up the stairs.

In a very short time Mary Beth had gotten Jay naked, onto her back in bed, and so revved up that she had pulled the bottom sheet out from its anchor underneath the mattress. Now Jay was running her hands through Mary Beth's hair and crying out her pleasure. While we watched from the doorway Mary Beth sucked Jay's clit hard and Jay groaned and panted and her head flipped to the side and her eyes opened wide and she saw us just as her orgasm hit her and she screamed.

"Mmmm, you taste good, Baby," Mary Beth said as her hands moved onto Jay's breasts and squeezed. Jay pulled her up until their mouths met and their tongues played together. Dawn and I looked at each other, then quickly shucked off our remaining clothes and moved to the bed. Jay grabbed me as I lay down and pushed me onto my back and positioned me so that her head was resting just above my crotch. She smiled at me.

"Been waiting for this. Been waiting for hours," she said, and I groaned as her lips encircled my cock and her head pushed down and she sucked me hard and continued pushing down until her throat opened and she swallowed all of me.

"Fuck," said Mary Beth. She had been trying for almost a year to suppress her gag reflex and take all of me, without success. Jay didn't have to bob up and down or suck to pleasure me; she simply stayed where she was and swallowed over and over again. The sensation was amazing. Every once in a while she would stop swallowing and pull back a little to breathe, and then her throat would attack me again. It was too much. Hey, I hadn't had an orgasm in almost a week.

"Gonna cum," I panted.

Jay immediately gripped the base of my penis with a thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard, blocking my orgasm. She pulled off me and scooted up to straddle me. She looked at my girls, a question in her eyes.

"Go for it," Mary Beth said.

Dawn kneeled up on the bed and wrapped her hands around Jay's breasts from behind. "Take him," she said. "This is hot."

Permission granted, Jay grabbed my rigid cock, centered it against her pussy lips, and squealed as she sank down onto me. Her pussy was tiny like the rest of her. She was impossibly tight. I groaned and my hands replaced Dawn's on Jay's little breasts as she settled onto me and began to ride me, yelping as she bounced up and down on my cock.

Dawn lay down next to me and kissed me passionately. One of her hands snaked down my body and grabbed the base of my cock, feeling Jay slamming down over and over again. "How does it feel, Baby?" she whispered in my ear.

"She's tight, so fucking tight," I moaned, still watching Jay. 

"Tighter than me?" Dawn said. I looked at her to see if she really wanted to know but she was sticking her tongue out at me so I knew I was off the hook.

"I love you, Dawn," I said. And meant it.

"I love you too, Johnny," she said, and kissed me again as Jay rode my cock hard.

"What about me?" Mary Beth said, and Dawn gasped as Mary Beth sucked a nipple into her mouth.

"I love you too, Baby," Dawn said as she stroked Mary Beth's hair.

Jay stopped moving and I looked at her. A tear was running down her cheek. I touched her face and said, "What's wrong?" She sank down and laid her head on my chest and wept silently as I held her in my arms.

"You three," she said. "I envy you. I don't have anything like what you have. I can have all the sex I want, any time I want, but I don't have anyone who loves me."

I held her as Dawn and Mary Beth both wrapped their arms around her. Mary Beth kissed her neck and shoulders as Dawn kissed her cheek and said, "You do today, Baby." Jay cried harder against my chest and I held her tighter and stroked her back until the tears finished.

"I'm sorry," she said. 

"That's okay," I said. "Now I get to punish you for your outburst." I pushed her over onto her tummy and positioned myself behind her and she yelped as I quickly sank into her pussy and she began to grunt as I grabbed her tits and slammed against her ass for all I was worth. Her grunting turned into a wail that grew louder as I rammed into her.

"She's gonna cum," Mary Beth said.

And she did, with a scream that rivaled Dawn's usual in length and volume. Mary Beth kissed her and Jay continued yelling her pleasure into Mary Beth's mouth. Jay's pussy was convulsing on my cock and I couldn't hold out any longer. Part of our threesome protocol when it became a more-than-threesome was that I needed my lovers to tell me how to cum. Far from being a restriction, it was more an enjoyment maximization. If they didn't want me to cum in Jay then I'd be coming in one of their mouths, or in one of their pussies, or on their tits or on their faces. 

"I'm going to cum," I said.

"In her," they both said at once. I guess they really liked her.

"Yes, please," Jay panted.

I thrust several times deeply into Jay and then squeezed her breasts and yelled as I came hard. My girls held me and stroked my back and my ass as I spurted into Jay, and Jay moaned as she felt my hot cream coat the walls of her pussy. I held her tightly until my orgasm subsided. She moaned in protest when I pulled out of her but I knew what my girls wanted. I rolled her onto her back and kissed her as she squealed and thrashed under me when Dawn and Mary Beth both latched onto her pussy to suck her clit and eat my cum.

"Oh, fuck," Jay moaned. I sucked a breast into my mouth and mauled the other with my hand and Dawn licked her clit while Mary Beth lifted her ass off the bed to get at the cum running out of her pussy and Jay's body went rigid and she screamed in pleasure again. 

I rolled one nipple with my fingers while my tongue attacked the other, hoping to prolong her orgasm and make it stronger. Suddenly the tension left her body and she simply collapsed, trembling, onto the bed. 

"Jay, are you okay?" I said. Now Dawn was the one sucking my cum out of Jay and she stopped and looked up at Jay's face, concerned.

Jay was silent for a time, then her eyes opened and locked on mine. She smiled.

"Can I live here?" she said.

I chuckled and looked at my girls. I stopped laughing. Their faces were deadly serious.

"Maybe," Dawn said.

I looked down at Jay, a fucking gorgeous little miniature Asian-African supermodel with a wonderful personality and deep throat skills and the tightest pussy I had ever felt. And no lover at home. And an empty space that maybe we could fill.

"Stay with us tonight," I said. "Come back here after dinner and stay with us, get to know us better. And we'll get to know you better, too."

"Every part of you," Mary Beth said, and Jay shivered. 

"Yes," she said. "Thank you."

"Dinner?" Dawn said.

So I told them about Thomas Barker and his women and the incest and the invitation.

"We're definitely going," Mary Beth said. 

"What should we wear?" Dawn said.

"You don't have to wear anything," Jay said. "There's a good chance everyone will be naked shortly after you get there. If you wish you can be nude in the limo; there will be no problem if I drop you off that way at Thomas' home."

"There won't be any 'dropping off' going on today," Mary Beth said. "You're coming with us."

Dawn nodded. "You're a total sweetie and we're all hot for your little body," she said. "Tonight we're a foursome."

Jay looked at me and I nodded and the tears rolled down her face again. I kissed them away. "I don't know what you've been through or what's going on in your life right now, but tonight and tomorrow you're part of us. You're family. My girls have invited you into our home and into our bed and that's all I need to know."

She hugged me and held on as I said, "I should warn you that I sleep naked and in the morning I work out naked and on a Sunday if we stay home I might be naked all damned day."

She pushed back from me and looked down at my body and smiled. "Not a problem," she said.

"We're not going over to Thomas Barker's house naked, though," said Dawn. "We're going to dress to impress."

"Absolutely," said Mary Beth.

"Then I should head for home right now. I don't have anything here to wear besides what you just peeled me out of," said Jay. 

"How long before we have to leave?" said Mary Beth.

Jay thought. "Drinks start at 6:00. Dinner is at 7:00. Thomas lives about 15 minutes from here, so leaving at 5:45 should work."

We all looked at the clock. 2:15 pm. I knew what was coming.

"Shopping trip!" Dawn and Mary Beth said at the same time.

I tried to beg off but as usual my girls said I had to come along and render opinions. Jay offered to drive but none of us would hear of it so we quickly got dressed and piled into my car and off we went. Sixty minutes later I was sitting in a chair on the second floor of Prada in Beverly Hills waiting for the girls to emerge from the dressing room yet again with a potential purchase. We live pretty simply and don't buy all that many expensive things but all three of us agree that you don't scrimp on three important areas: food, the kitchen equipment to prepare food, and clothes. Several clothing stores on Rodeo Drive had sales staff that knew us by name. We spent enough money at Prada that I sometimes thought it would be simpler to just open a joint checking account with them.

I watched the glass walls of the changing rooms alternately turn opaque as a woman entered and turn clear again as she left. I wondered whether the fancy system ever failed and what might happen if the power went out. Jay had been through four dresses that one or the other of us had rejected and I was thinking of sneaking up to the third floor to look at suits when the walls defrosted and my girls ushered Jay towards me. I stood up and stared. She was wearing the simplest, most provocative, tiniest little black dress I had ever seen. It molded perfectly to her curves. Her hard nipples poked through the thin fabric and I watched her tits move as the weight of them shifted when she walked. It took everything I had not to reach out and feel her body right there in the store. The dress attracted my hands like an electromagnet.

She turned around and I stared at the way the dress clung to her ass. I glanced around and noted that several men were also staring at Jay with their mouths hanging open. She turned back to face me.

"What do you think?" she said.

I realized I'd been holding my breath and let it out. "That dress should be illegal," I said. "It's perfect. And you're stunning."

She blushed and looked down and grinned. "Thank you, Johnny," she said.

"Told you," Dawn said. "That's the one. And it works with the heels you're wearing." She looked at her watch. "We could look for shoes, too, but time we spend here means time we don't have for primping when we get home."

I didn't even realize I was moving towards Jay until Mary Beth said, "Down, boy. You'll get us arrested." Dawn giggled as I gave my head a little shake and dropped the hands that were about to cup Jay's breasts. Jay was staring at me.

"That's the best compliment I've ever received," she said. She walked to me and tilted her face up and I kissed her. She looked around quickly and then grabbed both my hands and placed them on her breasts. I heard one of the men watching us groan.

I gave her tits a gentle squeeze. "Why did you look around first if you were going to do that anyway?"

"To make sure there were no kids here," she said. "The adults can just eat their hearts out." She kissed me again and I let go of her and watched her ass move away until the glass frosted over and blocked my view.

"He's got it bad," Mary Beth said. "He's gonna forget all about us pretty soon."

I stared at her, then at Dawn. They were both smiling but I realized that this was an issue that we really needed to talk about.

"Is that true, Johnny?" Dawn said. "Do you have it bad for her?"

I'd only ever been honest with them and I wasn't going to stop now. "Yes," I said quietly. "I think so. I'm more attracted to her than I have been to anyone else we've brought into our bed. The others were just sex. This feels like something more than that. This isn't the best time, but I really need to know how you two feel about that. If either of you is hurt or even just jealous, this is a good time to nip this in the bud and send Jay packing."

Mary Beth said, "Are you kidding? I just about came when she shook my hand at the airport. I couldn't get her out of her clothes fast enough once we got home. As long as you still love me and want me and I get to have you regularly, Jay can stay with us as long as she wants."

I looked at Dawn. "Jay gets my vote, too," she said. "I haven't gotten to play with her yet and that's going to change soon. And watching her tiny little body ride your cock today was pretty fucking hot. I need to see that happen again."

"Agreed," said Mary Beth. "Johnny was so cute with his face all scrunched up like that."

"Hey, it's not my fault. I told you, she's goddamned tight."

"Tighter than me?" Dawn was smiling sweetly, waiting for my answer. I was saved when the door opened and the glass unfrosted and Jay walked towards us carrying her little black dress over her arm. 

Her face was pale.

"I just saw what this dress costs," she said. "I can't afford this."

I took it from her. "It's on me," I said. "There is no way I'm letting you not wear this dress."

"I can't let you do that," she said.

"You can't stop me," I said. "Don't worry. I brought my biggest credit card." I touched her cheek. "This dress was made for you and I mean for you to have it. You're going to wear it tonight with no bra and no panties, and when we get home from Barker's house I'm going to take you upstairs and lay you on the bed and rub your tits and lick you to orgasm and then fuck you silly while you're still wearing it."

She stared at me and shivered and I wrapped her in my arms and held her tight.

"And that's just Round One," Dawn said. "For Round Two I'm going to suck Johnny's cum out of you and 69 you until we both can't go any more."

"And once you're tired and weak and defenseless, you're mine," said Mary Beth. I've got the strongest, longest tongue of the three of us. I'm going to eat you until you beg for mercy. And by the time I'm done Johnny should be recharged and ready to go. Maybe he'll take your little ass."

"How does all that sound?" Dawn said.

Jay was trembling and rubbing her thighs together. "I'm dripping," she said softly. "Let's get out of here."

We paid for the dress and walked back to the parking lot and the valet fetched my Crown Victoria Police Interceptor. I tipped him and we drove away. I'd bought the Vic dirt cheap at a police auction. Although it had been in generally good shape it had also had a lot of hard miles on it and the suspension had been pretty much shot. I did a lot of work on it over many weekends and had a machine shop and a mechanic and a body shop do what I couldn't. When we were all done I had a freshly painted dark gray 2005 Crown Vic with soft gray leather upholstery on the bench seats, a tuned sport suspension, high performance Brembo brakes, and a supercharged Mustang Cobra engine recovered from a wreck in the police impound lot. The project had cost me some time and some money but in the end I had a car I was comfortable with - just like the one I drive at work - that could haul itself and six adults like a bat out of hell if I needed it to. I love that car. Mary Beth used to rib me about driving an old cop car, and then after the three of us got together and Dawn gave me a third of the money she inherited from her father I expected the girls to want me to buy a Ferrari or some such thing. Instead they surprised me by loving my car as much as I do. They're constantly borrowing it to run their errands. The big car makes them feel safe and the huge trunk and back seat can carry whatever they happen to be buying. They both quickly learned not to step too far down on the accelerator pedal.

Moaning from the rear told me that the big back seat was serving an entirely different purpose right now. I adjusted the rear view mirror and saw that Dawn had wasted no time in hiking Jay's spandex dress up, pulling her panties down, and attacking her clit with gusto. Jay was on her back and Dawn was on top of her and neither was wearing a seat belt. I slowed down just to make it a little safer for them. There was no way I was going to try and make them stop.

"There's a drippy girl having sex on my leather upholstery," I said to Mary Beth. "Who do I talk to about that?"

She unclipped her seatbelt and slid over next to me and rubbed my cock through my pants. I smiled. Bench seats are cool.

"I'm sorry Sir, I'm just the help," she said. "You'll have to speak with management."

Jay made a sound that we hadn't heard from her before, sort of a strangled "Nnngg" followed by rapid pants that sounded like "Aaah... unh... ah... UNH..." Mary Beth turned around to look.

"What's going on?" I said.

"Dawn's still eating Jay but now she's also got a finger up her ass and she's fucking her with it."

This I had to see. I pulled off of Santa Monica Boulevard and into a vacant parking lot, turned off the engine, and spun around in the seat.

Dawn was going at Jay like a woman possessed, sucking her little clit hard and squeezing a nipple while the middle finger of her other hand jack hammered into the smaller woman's anus. Jay was trying to talk. 

"I... unh... gonna... unh... UNH... FUUUUUCKKK!!!" 

I was afraid the scream that followed was going to shatter my windows. Jay just exploded, thrashing around on the back seat like a wild animal trying to escape a predator. 

"Wow," said Mary Beth. "Look at her cum."

As the waling subsided Dawn stopped moving the finger that was inside Jay, changed her grip on her breast to a gentle cupping and rubbing, and softened her tongue action to a soft caressing of the area around Jay's clitoris. Jay made soft "Mmmmmm... mmmmmmm," sounds as she came down from her orgasm, and her eyes opened and saw that we were all watching her. She blushed.

"Oh my God," she said. "No one has ever done that to me before."

Dawn pulled her finger away from Jay's ass and said, "How did it feel?"

Jay blushed again. "I don't think I can say it," she said.

"We've discovered that this works best if we're all just totally honest and frank with each other," I said. "No pressure, but all three of us really, really like sex and we're not judgmental. If it's something you don't like, we'll stop doing it. If it's something you do like, we'll try to make it happen for you again."

She looked at me and took a deep breath. "Okay. I've never had it... there, before. When Dawn was doing that to me I fantasized that she was going down on me while you were behind me. I fantasized that it was your cock in my ass."

"See?" I said. "I believe I can make that happen for you."

"Don't be so sure," Dawn said. "You think her pussy is tight on you? Wait until you try her ass. I only had one finger in there and she about nipped it off."




A New Dawn Ch. 03



"I do want to try it, but I'm also afraid to," Jay said. She looked at Dawn. "Has he been in you that way?"

Dawn smiled. "Every now and then, yes," she said. "I love it. And we've done exactly what you were talking about, Johnny taking me in the ass while Mary Beth sucks my clit."

Jay shivered and looked at Mary Beth.

"Nope," Mary Beth said. "I'm a butt virgin, just like you. I don't think you know this but I was a lesbian when Johnny and I met. I'd never been attracted to a man until Johnny moved into the other half of my duplex. Over the course of two years I got know him and like him and finally love him, and he felt the same way about me. I saw him naked every day and I began to crave his body but I fought off those feelings because they weren't part of what I thought I was. Meanwhile he was physically attracted to me, too, but wouldn't make a move because he knew I was a lesbian. If Dawn hadn't come into our lives when she did Johnny and I might never have hooked up."

"How did that happen?" Jay said.

"A long story for another time, Sweetie," Mary Beth said. "The bottom line is that I'd never been with a woman who wanted to stick anything up my butt and I'd never been with a man at all before Johnny. Now I get to watch when Johnny does it to Dawn, and I see how it makes her feel, and I want to try it too. But I haven't worked up the courage yet."

All this butt sex talk was making me horny. I was thinking hard about climbing into the back seat myself. I looked at my watch.

"Holy crap," I said. "Everybody buckle up. We gotta go."

I broke the speed limit as safely as I could and we got home in time for the girls to shower, dress, and primp. My primping consisted of splashing on a little Eternity before I slipped into a pair of black Zegna suit pants, a pink cotton Tom Ford dress shirt with no tie, and black Ecco loafers. I gave myself a once-over in the mirror. Ecco wasn't the most fashionable shoe choice but in my opinion it was far and away the most comfortable one. I spend a lot of time on my feet at work and I'll be damned if I'll sacrifice comfort just to look stylish.

I went downstairs and poured some Plymouth gin over ice and settled down to wait. Waiting for a woman to get ready is an art form. Trying to rush them is a very bad idea. It may or may not speed up the process but will almost certainly piss the woman off. Besides, the results of simply waiting usually make the wait worthwhile. 

I walked to the back door and glanced out. The sun was down but it was still light and warm and the young girls were still out there, talking and giggling. Four of them were lying on their tummies. Laura and a friend next to her were sitting up talking. A bevy of beauties. Laura and her friend locked eyes with me and smiled. I smiled back and quickly took my drink back into the living room.

I waited and then I waited some more and then waited until my gin was gone before I looked at my watch. World-class waiter that I am, I was nevertheless beginning to get antsy. I thought about more gin but ruled it out because I'd be driving soon. I went to the kitchen and put the glass in the dishwasher, then decided to sneak upstairs to try and get some idea of their progress. I made it as far as the living room and stopped dead in my tracks.

Three incredibly beautiful and sexy women were walking down my stairs, hair fluffed perfectly into place and made up faces glowing. All three were wearing variations on the little black dress theme. All three were obviously braless and hopefully sans panties. While Jay's new dress covered what it needed to cover, it was dangerously short and so thin and clingy that she may as well have been nude. 

Meanwhile, parts of Dawn and Mary Beth WERE nude and on clear display. Dawn's dress was open on the sides exposing large quantities of breast. I guessed that if she bent forward her nipples would be exposed. I wanted to see that. Something about seeing some of her flesh but not all of it made me a little crazy.

Mary Beth's dress had a V neckline that plunged to below the bottom of her breasts, showing less than Dawn's dress but still enough to get any man to snap to attention. And when they turned around my breath caught in my throat: Mary Beth's dress was backless and cut low enough that just the very tops of her ass cheeks and a hint of the cleft were visible. 

They turned back around as I stood there with my mouth hanging open. "That's the right reaction," said Dawn. She walked up to me and pushed on my chin to close my mouth and kissed me as her hand grazed the cock that was tenting out my pants.

"I don't understand," I said. "I've seen you all naked and I've had sex with you. Three of us have spent entire weekends nude together. But the net effect of you covering up with those little pieces of material is to make me want to peel them back off of you to see what's underneath."

"That's exactly why God made little black dresses," Jay said. 

Something occurred to me and I kicked myself mentally for not having thought of it sooner. "Speaking of naked, that's how you said we could show up tonight. It's still a warm evening. Is there a chance we could be showing up dressed like this while they're all au natural like the last time I was there? I'm not sure which group would be more embarrassed if that happened."

"I took care of that," Jay said. "I called Juana when we were at Prada and told her that we were shooting for 'elegant sexy.' I suspect we'll be outnumbered by Thomas' well-dressed beauties."

"But not outgunned," I said.

"Shall I drive us in the limo?" she said.

"Not on your life," I said. "Tonight I'm the limo driver. Hop into my little cop town car."

Mary Beth went out back to tell Laura we were leaving and to ask her to lock up when she left. Then off we went. Fifteen minutes later Dawn and Mary Beth were gasping in amazement at the size of Thomas Barker's home. We parked in the driveway behind his M5. A nice car, but I thought maybe the Crown Vic could take it. I opened the car doors for my women and we all walked to the house and rang the bell. Barker answered it himself and shook my hand. 

"Welcome! Please come in. I'm so glad you..." His voice trailed off as I walked by and he got his first good look at the ladies. They each smiled at him as they passed. He was silent until we all turned back to face him.

"Pardon me," he said. "I've heard the phrase 'struck dumb' but I've never before experienced it personally. Ladies, your beauty has thrown me off my game. I don't know what to say. You are all, separately and together, simply spectacular."

"That's a pretty good recovery, Thomas," said Jay.

"And you! That dress looks fantastic on you Jay, but more than that... You've always been beautiful and attractive but I've never seen you look quite this wonderful before. You're glowing from the inside. Something in your life must be agreeing with you." He looked at me and the other girls.

"You could say that," Jay said.

Thomas looked at her a bit wistfully, then kissed her cheek. "Then I'm happy for you. For all of you." He turned to me and shook my hand again. "And thank you again for your quick work in recovering our stolen property, Johnny. My mother was thrilled. Some of those pieces are very dear to her."

"My pleasure," I said. "Really."

"Everyone, let's go into the kitchen to meet Juana and Esmeralda, then we'll go out to the patio and meet the others."

We followed him into the kitchen. Esmeralda was whisking something in a bowl and Juana was directing the culinary efforts of two men and a woman who were dressed in white kitchen uniforms.

"Yes, exactly like that," she told one of the men, and patted him on the butt. He just grinned and kept working. She turned to us and smiled. She was dressed elegantly in a dark blue dress that was styled in a manner that hinted at her Mexican heritage. 

"Esmeralda," she said. Her daughter turned and put down her whisk and smiled at us. She was dressed in a white miniskirt and white high heels and a large white apron that said "Kiss the Chef."

"Juana, Esmeralda, I'd like you to meet my guests. I'm sorry, I know Johnny and Jay already but I'm afraid I can't introduce you two lovely ladies by name."

"This is my girlfriend Mary Beth, and this is my niece and lover Dawn." Nobody so much as raised an eyebrow at that. Everyone shook hands and Juana hugged Jay.

"It is good to see you again, Jay. I have missed you."

"And maybe for the last time I'll introduce the lovely Juana here as my live-in cook and maid, and Juana's beautiful daughter Esmeralda." Esmeralda blushed and smiled but Juana turned on Thomas with a scowl.

"We have talked about this, Thomas. You will have a fight on your hands if you attempt to relieve me of my job."

Uh-oh.

"Juana, you and Esmeralda are family now. I can't have you slaving over the stove and cleaning our toilets any longer."

Ah-ha.

"I will not abide living here without doing the job that I was hired to do," she said. "You see to our needs and you pay me a salary and you put my daughter through college. I will do my job."

They stared at each other. Thomas blinked first.

"Okay," he said. "How about a compromise? I'll get a maid to clean the house. You continue to cook. I don't think I could live happily without your cooking anyway."

Smooth.

Juana's face softened and she smiled at him. "That is acceptable to me, Thomas. Cleaning was the least fun. Cooking for you all is a joy. But please get an ugly maid. You already have too many women. And you are not getting any younger. "

Thomas stared at her, then burst into laughter. "Deal," he said, and they hugged.

"Juana, I think I need your help here," one of the men said, and she walked quickly to the stove where he was stirring something.

"No," she said softly. "Once you have a roux you cannot simply add more liquid and flour. If you need more, you must start a new roux. Let me show you."

Thomas chuckled. "Since there are so many of us for dinner I offered to have the event catered or to bring in a crew of chefs for Juana to supervise. But she wanted to use friends who work in kitchens and need the extra money. I think we're safe as long as she stays on top of them."

I thought so, too. The fine aroma of cooking was making my tummy growl. "Juana," I said. "I know my way around a kitchen. Can I help?"

Mary Beth said, "He doesn't just 'know his way around a kitchen.' He should probably be a chef instead of a cop."

"Thank you, but no," she said. "You are our guests. Please have a drink and relax. My staff here has things well in hand and dinner will be served on schedule."

Thomas smacked his forehead. "Drinks. What would everyone like?"

"Whatcha got?" said Dawn.

"He has everything," said Juana.

"Everything?" I said.

Thomas led us back through the dining room to a massive mahogany bar. A multitude of bottles lined the shelves above and behind the bar sorted by type of liquor or liqueur. I guessed that more bottles were underneath the bar. Two Danby coolers were built into the wall. 

Thomas stepped into the classic bartender's position and looked at me and said, "What'll you have?"

It felt like a challenge. "Plymouth gin," I said. 

He turned and climbed up onto a step stool and reached into the white liquors and pulled down a sealed bottle of Plymouth gin and set it on the bar in front of me. He looked at me. It was a challenge, all right.

"Highland 25," I said.

Back on the step stool and into the brown liquors. And back to the bar with a sealed bottle of Highland Park 25 year old Scotch. He looked at me.

Shit.

"Pappy Van Winkle Family Reserve 23," I said. He kept looking at me. I was all in and he knew it. He bent down and I heard bottles clinking.

"No way," I said.

And of course, up he came with an unopened bottle of Pappy Van Winkle.

"I fold," I said, and he laughed and shook my hand.

"If you guys are done playing 'Who's Bigger?' I'm pretty thirsty," said Mary Beth. 

Thomas poured champagne for Mary Beth and a glass of Pinot Noir for Dawn and looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Pappy, neat," I said.

"Good choice," he said, and opened the bottle and poured three fingers into old fashioned glasses for each of us. "I don't actually drink much hard liquor but I've had this before and it's good stuff." We clinked glasses and sipped. The burn of good strong Bourbon and the sweet taste of caramel filled my palate and warmed my throat.

"I could have gone for a rare Bordeaux," I said. "You can't have that many bottles stashed in two Danbys."

His eyes twinkled. "I have a wine cellar," he said.

"Of course you do," I said. "I give."

We walked onto the patio and met the rest of Thomas' harem. His mother stood to greet us. She had two great things going for her: she was perhaps the most classically beautiful woman I'd ever met in person, and she didn't look anywhere near old enough to be Thomas' mother.

I said, "Hi ladies. You know Jay, of course. This is my niece Dawn."

Thomas' mother hugged Dawn and whispered in her ear. Dawn told me later that she said, "I'm happy for you Dear, and I know what it's like to have to hide your love. You don't have to hide it here. You're with friends now."

"And this is Mary Beth," I said. "My lesbian girlfriend."

She looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Hey," I said. "It never gets old."

Nela said, "'Lesbian girlfriend?'" 

"This is Nela, my girlfriend and my personal trainer," Thomas said. The lovely blonde woman rose to greet us and I thought Mary Beth was going to keel over. Nela was dressed in a tiny little skirt and blouse ensemble. The front of the blouse was satin mesh and her large breasts were fully on display. Mary Beth stared at them, a fact not lost on Nela. 

She was looking directly into Mary Beth's eyes when she said, "I went more for 'sexy' than 'elegant.'"

"Good job," Mary Beth said.

"You're going to have to explain the 'lesbian girlfriend' thing, you know," Nela said.

So she did. Nela stopped her at the point where I had taken Mary Beth from behind while she was going down on Dawn. She looked at me.

"So as far as you knew she was only into women and you took her anyway?"

Wow, that didn't sound good. In fact, it sounded kind of like rape. I thought back to that day almost a year ago.

"I really didn't think it through. Mary Beth was my best friend. We'd been intimate in every way but sex for almost two years. I loved her. We had just started our first session of three-way sex. I was seeing her nude for the first time and she was incredibly beautiful. She had just gone down on me and now her ass was up in the air right in front of me. I kind of couldn't help myself. I didn't think it through at all."

Mary Beth touched my hand. "I'm so glad you didn't, Johnny." She told Nela about how she had developed physical cravings for me that she couldn't understand and couldn't bring herself to act on, and how she'd hoped that I would make some kind of move.

"I think everybody is bisexual," Nela said. "At least to some degree. I certainly am. Men seem to be contractually obligated to deny it and some women deny it too but that's just stupid. You have to take your pleasure and find your love where you can."

"The thing is, I still think of myself as a lesbian," Mary Beth said. "I'm only into women. I just also really love fucking Johnny. I can't figure it out."

"Some days I'm a lesbian," Nela said. "Some days I'm straight. Some days I go back and forth any number of times. Depends on who I'm with. And how I feel. You don't have to figure anything out. What the hell does it matter? Do you love him?"

"Yes," she said.

"Does he love you?"

"God yes," I said.

"Does he make you feel good?"

Mary Beth looked down and grinned. "You have no idea," she said.

"I think I do," said Nela, looking at Thomas. 

Jay wrapped her arms around me from behind and said, "Johnny is the same kind of lover that Thomas is. Totally focused on pleasing his partner. But also very animalistic about reaching his own pleasure, which again pleases his partner."

"Yup, that sounds like Tommy," said Tina as she joined us on the patio. Her little black dress was even shorter and tighter than Jay's. Given how it looked on her more voluptuous body, uncontaminated by underwear, it was likely she would have been arrested on sight in at least thirty states.

Thomas made introductions. "Tina is my sister but she's also my soul mate," he said. "I loved her and lusted after her and didn't find out until a year ago that she felt the same way about me." He went on to explain how chance had brought first Juana and Esmeralda into his house, then Nela, then his mother, and finally Tina.

"Golly," I said. "Just these few?"

Nela said, "Well, there are a couple of neighbor ladies that come by every now and then. They were with Thomas first but now we all pretty much attack them when they're here. That's about it."

"Esmeralda's friend Julie," Tina said.

"Oh, of course," said Nela. "She hasn't been over in some time." 

"The tailor," Natalie said.

"Oh, yeah," said Nela, laughing. "Thomas got a hard-on when she was measuring him and one thing led to another."

"The pizza delivery girl last week," Tina said.

"Oh God," said Natalie, laughing. "We dared Thomas to answer the door naked. Again, one thing sort of led to another."

"This is bizarre," Dawn said.

They all stared at her.

"Oh, not your behavior," Dawn said quickly. "I just never expected to find another group of people with a relationship so much like ours. The incest. Multiple women revolving around one man."

"Revolving?" I said.

"You know what I mean. Anyway, we all have sex with the man but also with each other. We bring other women into the relationship but not other men."

"Well, Nela and I occasionally see other men on the side," Natalie said.

"I haven't," Nela said. "Only other women."

"And I have to admit that I've dated a few men but haven't had sex with them," Natalie said. "My physical needs are more than satisfied right here, which makes it easier to wait until I've found the right guy."

"Anyway, in both 'families' the guy gets to have sex with the women we invite in and we're not jealous," Dawn said. "Instead, it's..."

"Hot," said Tina.

"Yup," said Mary Beth.

"What if Dawn wanted to have sex with another man?" Nela said. "Say, for instance, with Thomas. Would you be jealous, Johnny?"

"Great choice," I said. "He's younger than me, taller than me, better looking than me, richer than me..."

"You're very good looking," Tina said. "And quite tall enough for me."

I looked at Thomas for a reaction. This afternoon he had shown every sign of being quite jealous. Tonight though, he simply shrugged.

"We talked about it this afternoon," he said. "Tina is very much attracted to you. When we first got together I told Tina that I didn't think I could stand her being with another man. But we've been together for a year now and she's been faithful to me. Meanwhile I've been having sex with Mom, Nela, Juana, and others and she doesn't care as long as I stay with her. She's convinced me that having sex with another man wouldn't make her want to leave me." He paused. "It helps that I like you," he said. 

"You still haven't answered my question, Johnny," said Nela.

I thought about it. I pictured Dawn with Thomas and thought about how it made me feel. "Yes," I said. "I'd be jealous. Dawn has let me have sex with a number of other women and I recognize the irony but yes, I'd feel jealous. On the other hand, if she really wanted to I wouldn't try to stop her. I love her and all I want is for her to be happy. I would just pray that at the end of it she'd want to stay with me."

"If it did happen I would still want to stay with you forever, Johnny," Dawn said. I hugged her, then turned to Mary Beth. "And I feel exactly the same way about you, Sweetie," I said, and hugged her too.




A New Dawn Ch. 03



"I know that," Mary Beth said. "I love you, Johnny."

I turned to Jay. "And we're all very quickly falling for this young lady. She's coming home with us tonight, I hope."

"Assuming that you go home tonight at all, that is," Nela said. She grinned at Mary Beth. "You and I are so going to party later," she said.

"Why wait?" Mary Beth said. She walked to Nela and cupped a breast and an ass cheek as she kissed her deeply and for a long time. Nela finally came up for air.

"I may have met my match in sexual forwardness," she said.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," I said as Mary Beth's hands both crept under Nela's blouse and began fondling her breasts. Nela gasped as Mary Beth lightly pinched both nipples.

"Not in front of the kitchen staff, please," said Juana from the doorway. "They are all good Catholic boys and girls. At least I think they all are. Oh, by the way: dinner is served."

*****

I probably missed an excellent meal. Oh, I ate, but the food didn't make much of an impression on me and I skipped the wine altogether. I needed a clear head. The others talked and laughed around me but my mind was occupied with how I would feel if either Dawn or Mary Beth had sex with Thomas. Or rather 'when,' as it now seemed inevitable. 

I thought about the possibility of having sex with Tina now that the 'Thomas barrier' was down. I had to admit that the idea intrigued me. She was drop-dead gorgeous and she wanted me. Actually, all of Thomas' women were gorgeous, each in their own unique way. Lucky bastard, I thought again.

And I wondered about myself. Just this morning I had been thinking how fulfilled I was and how much I missed Dawn and Mary Beth. Of how we had essentially stopped bringing other women home because we completely met each other's' emotional and physical needs. I had shrugged off the advances of three potential new lovers in one day because I chose to remain faithful to my girls.

But mere hours later I'd taken Jay to bed and now I was intrigued at the possibility of taking yet another new sexual partner, albeit with permission. What kind of man was I really, at the core? A committed lover or a sex-crazed hound dog? I admitted that at this point I really didn't know. I shook my head.

Dawn leaned over from her chair on my right and whispered, "What's wrong, Johnny? You've barely touched your dinner and you seem to be somewhere else."

Honesty has served me well with Dawn and I wasn't going to stop now. "I'm already jealous," I said. Of both you and Mary Beth, but mostly of you. I know it's probably going to happen and I'm trying to deal with it."

She kissed my cheek softly, then reached over and held my hand. "If you tell me not to, I won't," she said quietly. "But if you tell me it's okay, I probably will. I'm really attracted to Thomas. Horny for him, actually. It doesn't make me love you any less. It doesn't make me any less horny for you. And it won't in any way make me think about leaving you. I'm yours, plain and simple, forever." She kissed me on the lips, a light brush. "You've always let me sleep with other women and you know that I enjoy lesbian sex as much as I enjoy having sex with a man. Has it made you jealous to watch me with other women?"

"Not a bit," I said truthfully. "I can't explain it. Alpha male double standard, I guess. I'll get past it. I'm not going to say no. I meant what I said about wanting you to be happy."

"Would it be better or worse for you if you were there with me when it happened?"

I thought about that. "I honestly don't know," I said. I thought some more. "Better, maybe," I said. "No matter what I see him do to you and no matter how much I see you enjoy it, if I'm not there I'll imagine worse."

"Good," she said. "If you weren't there with me it might feel sort of like cheating, and I never want to go behind your back. And watching you penetrate Mary Beth and other women makes me hot. I'm hoping it'll be the same for you."

I imagined Dawn on her hands and knees in bed, moaning and watching me as Thomas sank his cock into her lovely body and began his rhythmic pounding. My own cock started to respond.

"It's possible," I said.

"Is there anything else bothering you?"

I looked at her. "Yes," I said. "A couple of things. I'm starting to question my own character. I've held onto this image of myself as a faithful lover and fully satisfied by my relationship with you and Mary Beth. Suddenly today, first I have sex with Jay and now I'm probably going to have sex with Tina. And I find myself looking forward to it. Not so faithful after all."

"Oh, please," Dawn said. "Get over it. I've watched you have sex with other women. I watched you with Jay today and it turned me on. You've watched both Mary Beth and me have sex with other women. We've enjoyed the sharing and after a year together we only love each other more. She looked into my eyes. "Don't we?"

I interlaced my fingers with hers. "Yes, much more. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you."

"And you always will," she said. "For as long as you want me. So, at least so far, sharing sex with others hasn't gotten in the way of either staying together or growing our love. And you've got to admit that it's been fun, right?"

"Yup," I said. "I guess I just think I should be the kind of guy who can get enough of that kind of fun from the woman... the women he's committed to."

She thought a moment. "Let me ask you this," she said. "Have you ever been attracted to other women without us knowing about it?" "Of course," I said.

"Have you ever cheated on us behind our backs?"

"No," I said truthfully. "I would never."

"And do you agree that all the sex you've had with other women since you've been with us has been with our consent?"

"Yes," I said.

"There you go," she said. "You already are the kind of guy you aspire to be. If you're in a relationship then all sex within the context of that relationship is fine, including when other people join the fun. And everybody winds up being attracted to people outside their relationship; the difference between people is what they do or don't do about it. In your case, you stay faithful."

I thought about that. What we had was much more complicated than the usual 'one man, one woman, no sex with anyone else' formula, but Dawn's reasoning pretty much nailed it.

"Thanks," I said. "That actually helped."

"You're welcome," she said as she squeezed my hand. "By the way, Mary Beth and I meant what we said at the airport. We would have forgiven you if you'd had sex with someone while we were gone."

I stared at her.

"You're a very sexual creature, Johnny. We don't want you to have to go without just because we're away. Especially for a long time. You officially have our permission to fool around on the side and still be considered faithful to us, as long as we get you back when we get home. And get to hear the juicy details."

"I don't know what to say," I said. "I don't think I'll be doing that."

From my left I heard Jay say, "You won't have to. I'll be there to take care of any needs you might have."

We both looked at her. "Sorry for listening in," she said. "But you guys got a little louder as you went along. And I don't mean to be presumptuous when I say 'I'll be there.' I'm not inviting myself in to live with you. I just mean that I'll be around, and that you should feel free to call me, Johnny. Sex with you, not to mention Dawn and Mary Beth, was pretty damned wonderful. And I really like you. A lot."

Remembering Jay's uber-tight pussy and superbly responsive body I said truthfully, "We like you a lot too, Jay. And you're an inspiring lover."

She smiled at me and took my other hand as Dawn said, "So you're free to have sex with Jay, or anybody else, if you want to, and it doesn't make you a cad. You're free to have sex with Tina tonight. And if Thomas and I have sex tonight you'll be there to watch, or help, so you won't have to deal with a runaway imagination later. And it's still the case that if you tell me not to, I won't do it. Anything else we can help you with, Mr. Self-Torture?"

"Ah... yeah, actually. I'm a little afraid that somewhat of an orgy is going to break out tonight and I'm not sure I'm prepared to deal with it. I hardly know these people. I've had threesomes and foursomes but it was always with two women I love and a... guest. I'm not sure how well I'll deal with casual group sex with virtual strangers. Hell, I'm basically an introvert. I could wind up sitting in a corner by myself watching you guys having fun."

"We won't let that happen, Johnny," said Jay. "If you're uncomfortable with Thomas' women, we'll simply have to re-create our own little foursome orgy from earlier today. We'll focus on you."

Dawn agreed. "And if you're really uncomfortable, none of this has to happen at all. We'll just go home after dinner and have family sex with Jay."

I nodded, then looked around the table. Mary Beth was sitting next to Nela and they were talking and laughing and occasionally touching each other's hand, arm, or cheek. It was easy to see that they were both looking forward to trying each other on. I looked back at Dawn and saw that she was staring across the table at Thomas, who was telling his mother about the wine she was drinking. Dawn was, as she had said, intrigued by him. I wasn't going to deprive either Dawn or Mary Beth of the opportunity they both seemed to want, just as they hadn't denied me anything over the past year.

"No, we're staying," I said. "Let's see how this unfolds."

"What about you, Jay?" I said. "Is there anyone in particular that you're hot for tonight?"

She looked into my eyes. "Just you," she said. "And your girls."

I stared at her. "Earlier today you said you wished that you and Thomas were still having sex. Isn't this your opportunity?"

She squeezed my hand as she looked down for a moment, and then back up at me. "How can I say this? I did enjoy sex with Thomas. More so than with other men I had been with up until that point. When I was with Thomas, though, it was just sex. Pure recreation. He's a caring lover but it was just friendly and physical. He already has the women he intends to love. With you, though... I felt that there might be more there. An emotional connection. Am I wrong?"

"No," I said. "You're not wrong."

"By the time we went shopping and he saw you in that black dress, he was falling hard for you," Dawn said. "Mary Beth and I could both see it."

"An emotional connection means a lot to me," Jay said. "It means that in time, there might even be love. It makes the sex so much better." She leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, "And don't tell Thomas, but for me you're a better lover than he is." She kissed my cheek then sat back up and sipped her wine.

It might be juvenile but that made me feel pretty damned good. 

By this time everyone's plate was empty except mine, which was still more than half full. Juana frowned.

"You did not enjoy the meal?" she said. "Would you like me to quickly make you something else?"

"No, thank you" I said. "The meal was excellent. I just have a nervous stomach."

No one was interested in dessert right away so while Juana went to check on the kitchen crew the rest of us adjourned to the patio for drinks. I decided to drink after all and had another glass of Pappy Van Winkle bourbon. It was a nice warm SoCal evening; no need to bundle up. We sat in chairs around a large crackling fire pit. Thomas held hands with Tina. As was the case at dinner, Jay sat on my left and Dawn on my right; to Dawn's right Mary Beth was deep in conversation with Nela. 

I heard the sound of roiling water and looked behind me. A large in-ground spa was bubbling and steaming away. Thomas caught my eye and mouthed, "Ice breaker."

He was right. We were all sort of hanging on the precipice of action. We'd picked out partners and were ready to do this but we were unsure how to start. A spa was an excuse to get naked, and sitting together naked was an excuse to touch. As we watched, Mary Beth and Nela got up and walked over to the spa and quickly shucked out of their minimal clothing. I'd seen Nela nude before but was once again struck by her statuesque, athletic beauty. They climbed in and sat side by side and immediately began kissing and touching each other.

Then Natalie and Tina stood and together they walked towards the spa. Dawn and Jay each squeezed my hand and got up to follow them. Juana and Esmeralda stood and, after smiling at me, walked together towards the house leaving Thomas and I alone. 

"I'm pretty sure that Dawn wants to make love with me," he said.

"She does," I said. "We talked. I'm okay with it."

"And Tina wants to make love with you. Shit, so does Nela," he said. "And maybe Mom and Juana. I'm okay with that, too."

I nodded.

"Look," he said. "We've gotten here differently. You strike me as a one woman man that life smacked over the head with two life mates. You're damned lucky. You probably never would have hooked up with Mary Beth if Dawn hadn't come into your home. And if you didn't already have the casual nudity thing with Mary Beth you might have never hooked up with Dawn. It had to happen with both at the same time. But after a year of living with two women and bedding a few more you're still basically a "one woman man" type, right?"

I nodded again.

"Me too," he said. 

I looked at him.

"Hey, I have morals. I'm not a hound. But give me a break, I AM single. The women in my life have come into it one at a time, by choice. I'll admit that I've enjoyed myself a lot. But since I was a teenager I've really only wanted to be with my sister Tina. When I realized that I could actually have her I told her that I would give up the other women to be with her, but she wouldn't let me. She loves her mother, of course, but she also loves the other women and she loves this lifestyle. I don't know what's going to eventually happen to all of us but I do know that whatever comes, I'll be with Tina."

I thought about that. 

"I'm not going to have sex with Tina," I said. "I know you've given us your blessing to do that, but I also think I understand why. She's let you have sex with other women but she hasn't had sex with other men so you feel you owe that to her. And you think I'm an okay guy and that I won't try to steal her away from you. But you don't really want the sex to happen. So it's not going to, at least not with me."

He stared at me. 

"That's a pretty good analysis," he said. "Okay. Dawn and I aren't having sex either."

"Hey," I said. "That's Dawn's call."

"Excuse me, that's both Dawn's and my call. And I recognize why your analysis was so spot-on. It's because it's the way you feel, too. And I'm going to honor that."

I didn't know what to say. I watched as he stood up.

"Well, I'm off to the spa," he said. I stood too. We looked at each other kind of awkwardly for a moment, then he stuck out his hand. I shook it.

"I'm glad we met," he said. "I have a feeling that we're all going to get to know each other very well over the next few months." He turned and walked towards the spa, where my girls and his were talking and laughing.

I sat back down. I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. I didn't want to get into that spa. Dawn thought she was going to have sex with Thomas and Tina thought she was going to have sex with me. There would be awkward banter, and touching that wasn't reciprocated, and feelings that were going to get hurt.

My iPhone beeped. I pulled it out of my pocket and read the message. I read it again. I had a hard time just breathing. I put the phone back in my pocket, stood up, and headed for the sliding glass door.

"Johnny," Dawn said. "Johnny, where are you going?"

I stopped and turned to her. Naked, outlined by the spa light, her breasts sitting just above the water, she was beautiful. Mary Beth was next to her, different but just as lovely. Thomas' women were all around them, ready to cavort. I wished that I wanted to be in there with them. I wanted things to be okay and easy. It made me feel like an ass.

"Meyer's been shot," I said. "He's at Cedars-Sinai. They don't think he's going to make it."



A New Dawn Ch. 03



Ola and Josip shepherded the children away from the decking area and with promises of treats and sweets led them towards the house. Looking back they could see the four women settling Harry on the sand. Lizzy pinching his nostrils and blowing into his mouth. Ola's cousin Neta then pounding on Harry's chest and Perdy and Susan kept up a strict time chant before the cycle began again. Reaching the house, Josip ran to the phone and found the number needed on the small plastic sheet glued to the wall next to it. 

Ten minutes later they heard the thrum of rotor blades as a helicopter flew overhead. As it touched down on the beach two women paramedics leapt out of the craft and sprinted towards the group on the beach.

The first paramedic carried a defibrillator and she quickly set it up and shocked Harry. Josip saw him twitch and then Lizzy again bent to pinch Harry's nostrils and breath air into his lungs. The second paramedic looked like she wanted to take over from Lizzy, but the look she got stopped her. She patted Lizzy on the back and urged her on. The defibrillator was applied again and this time Harry's chest seemed to heave. Perdy's hands came to her face and Susan screamed with joy. Lizzy sank forward on her knees and cried.

Five minutes later Harry was on a stretcher and was carried to the waiting aircraft. The Helicopter's whine rose and it lifted off in a shower of sand, swinging immediately to point to the main island. Neta cradled Lizzy as Susan hugged Perdy. They all turned for the house and walked wearily across the sand.

Ola had tears in her eyes, when she felt Kyle's hand slip in hers,

"Where's Grandad going?"

"Kyle you're grandfather is very sick and they take him to hospital, then they make him better," Ola said as she picked Kyle up and cradled him into her bare breasts.

"Can I go to see him?" he asked innocently.

"I think we must ask your mothers that Kyle. They are coming, but remember they are upset because grandfather is ill. Okay?"

"Okay, I'll find my dinosaur book, he likes reading that, when we go to the Hospital I'll take it in for him."

Ola felt the tears rolling down her cheeks and Josip put his arm round her. In the lounge fifteen year old Irena, the eldest Jarnewski child sat with Em on her lap as they watched cartoons. Beata, Kaja, Cezar and Jakub sat beside her and idly picked at the fresh fruit slices in the bowls in front of them. 

The four women trooped into the kitchen and Lizzy and Perdy kissed Kyle he smiled and rested against Ola's chest.

"I'm going to take Grandad my dinosaur book when we see him in the hospital." he said.

Perdy nodded and held Lizzy as she sobbed.

"Mummy what's Mummy crying for?"

"Mummy is sad that grandad is so ill, she and Nanny Susan are going to go to be with grandad. If you're allowed we'll go over later and see him, although Kyle it may not be today. Grandads really ill, so he's got to sleep a lot and that means we have to let him, okay?"

"Okay, but I will lend him my book."

"Kyle that is very kind of you, I'm sure grandad will love to read your book when he can sit up in bed. But for now let's let him rest okay?"

"Okay. Nanny, are you okay?"

"Yes I am Kyle, I know grandad's getting the best care ever and we hope he's soon going to be home."

"Good, because I miss him a lot." 

"We all do Kyle, we all do."

Perdy felt the tears stinging her eyes and raised her arm to dry them away. Susan smiled and reached for her and Lizzy, they held each other and wept. Ola and Josip took Kyle into the lounge and sat him with the others, placing a small bowl of fruit slices in front of him. Ola returned to the kitchen.

"Children will be safe with us, why not go to hospital and check on Parker, you know that's what you want to do."

"You're right Ola, we'll dress and go to the hospital, thank you, and thank Josip for us. Neta," 

Susan turned and hugged the woman who had kept trying to revive Harry with her daughter.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, you probably saved Harry's life we all owe you for this."

"No problems Mrs Parker, you go see Mr Parker, say hello from us."

"It's Susan and Harry Neta, friends call each other by their first names, and you are definitely high on my list of friends."

"Welcome. Susan is nice name, maybe I call child after you." Neta grinned and said a stream of Polish to Ola, she grinned and replied.

"Neta says Harry's very sexy, you lucky woman."

"I'm certainly that Ola, tell Neta she's too sexy for Harry, he loves Older Women, like me."

"I understand Susan, make joke, good to laugh." Neta grinned and Susan hugged her again.

"Mum, Perdy and I will be ten minutes, we'll need to get a boat out, can you phone please Ola."

"No problem Lizzy, go, go ,go."

Ola Jarnewski shooed the three women out of the kitchen and they ran up the stairs. Perdy and Lizzy quickly pulled on shorts and a top, neither bothering with underwear, they needed to get to Harry. Susan likewise pulled one of Harry's shirts on and a shortish skirt, finding her flat shoes she ran a comb through her matted hair.

"Harry, sorry'll look a mess, but I hope you'll forgive me this time." She said to the mirror ruefully.

In the girls room, Perdy perched on the toilet as Lizzy combed her hair.

"Perds I'm so worried about Harry, I really do love him, I just never knew how much until now. I don't want to think of him not being around, I..."

"I know, I feel the same, although I've not known him as long as you."

"He was a complete bastard to Mum and me when I was a teenager, but he's more than made up for it now. He is so good and kind, not the ogre I've always painted him. These last six years have been brilliant. I know I've always held a bit back, but you know I really want him to see Kyle and Em grow up."

"We all do, I've never seem Susan so happy and alive than when she's around Harry. It applies to Harry too, there's a genuine buzz about him when he talks to Susan. I mean he's happy and all that, but when he's around Susan it's like a switch is flipped and he's beaming like a lighthouse."

"I'm sorry I was so rude to him when he came back, but I was angry, I hated him for what he did and for what I thought he was doing."

"Harry would tell you not to worry, you were right to be suspicious and he deserved your anger."

"Not now though, not now."

"Come on chin up, Susan's probably waiting, and remember she has more to lose in all this than we do."

"You're right Perds, thanks."

"Come on happy faces."

"Right."

They left the bedroom and found Susan walking toward their door.

"All set, come on."

They ran lightly down the stairs and Josip met them.

"The Hospital rang and said Harry's stable and awake, he wants to know if his family's okay." He grinned and they laughed and held hands.

"Boat is arriving five minutes, go to dock and be ready." He gestured to the front door. They grinned and touched his arms as they turned to go.

"Give Harry Parker best wishes of Jarnewski's, get well soon."

"We will thanks Josip, you're a real star."

"Okay embarrassed now, you go to Harry."

They fled out the door and tracked round to the dock, seeing the boat from the main island arriving. 

A crewman jumped off and tied the boat securely, then hopped on board and ran a plank out from the deck. they walked onto the boat one after the other and the crewman handed each down into the well of the boat. As Lizzy, who was last, stepped away from his helping hand, he pulled the plank on board and leaping off again made for the rope. 

They sat in the back under an awning as the skipper in the small wheelhouse swung the boat away from the dock again. The crewman curling the rope round his arm nipped smartly back into the boat's well as the skipper opened up the two Honda motors to full throttle. The small boat surged ahead on the water creating a large bow wave as it ploughed through the swell.

On arriving at the dock the other side they were helped off by two locals and an SUV sat waiting for them the Driver grinning and beckoning them over. Twelve minutes later they arrived at the islands main hospital, an imposing five storey concrete monstrosity, overshadowing the small single storey homes around it. At reception they were directed to the Coronary Care Unit, where a smiling trim woman in a Sister's uniform waited for them. She had dark lustrous skin and huge beaming smile,

"Hi I'm Sister Adele Peyjou and I'm in charge of Harry's stay here. He's quite a guy, and he obviously loves you lot to bits."

"We certainly love Harry," said Perdy with a grin.

"Can we see him now?"

"Well ladies, I have to say that normally I'd say yes, but to be honest, the way you three look, I'm not sure Harry's heart will be able to cope. He said you were all beautiful, but he missed that by a streak, ladies you are stunning, I wish I had someone with that much love for me." She grinned as they blushed.

"Come on I'll take you in, as you know he's had quite a severe event, so no exciting him, although as I said I can't see that not happening. Here he is, Harry, your angels are here. Twenty minutes, no more right?"

"Okay Sister Adele Peyjou, twenty minutes."

The slowly walked into the room, to see Harry attached to several monitors and a drip. A bag lay attached to the bedside and a tube disappeared under the covers. Harry looked pale but on seeing the three of them his eyes lit up. he smiled wanly and licked his lips.

"Hi, sorry I can't stand up, feeling a bit rough at the minute."

Each bent to kiss him, on the lips, he smiled again.

"Wow, it was worth the pain for that. How are you all?"

"Don't worry about us, Harry. How are you?"

"I've been better, are the kids okay?"

"Operation Jarnewski swung into action even as you dropped to the sand. Josip and Ola are taking care of Kyle and Em, they've got it all covered. Neta sends her love and hopes you're okay soon. You owe her Harry, she and Lizzy kept you alive until the medics hit the beach."

"I have to say I don't remember much, pain in my chest then Perdy's face and that's about it."

"You really frightened us this time Dad, please don't do it again, I can't bear the thought of you not being here."

"Lizzy darling, I promise to be more careful. I couldn't bear it either. Not seeing Susan or you and Perdy again would be hell. As would Kyle and Em not being around. But it's a wake up call for me. I need to change a few things around."

"Don't worry about that know, just get better, because I need a hug from my Dad soonest."

Lizzy bent over his bed and Harry managed to place his arms at her sides, the attachments preventing him actually hugging her.

Lizzy lifted away gently to be replaced by Perdy.

"Harry you frightened us, don't go now, we have a lot more living to do," she said, fighting the tears that were forming. 

Standing she backed away so Susan could place herself against him.

"Hello darling, I miss you so much already. Please get well soon, I want to hold you and keep you safe."

"Susan, I nearly lost you once, I promise it won't happen again."

Harry smiled and Susan straightened and held his hand as best she could.

"might need to rest now, please say you'll stay and be here for me later."

"Of course we will," they chorused together.

Harry's eyes closed and all they could hear was the steady blip and whir of his monitors. Adele came in and checked the monitors, writing the results on the clipboard hung at the bottom of Harry's bed. She smiled and gestured for them to come outside. They followed her out and she pointed to a set of well upholstered chairs.

"Please sit here ladies, it's close enough for you to still see Harry, so you can pop in when he wakes." 

They offered her their thanks and sat down gratefully. Each sat lost in their own thoughts, but each had an others hand, channeling all their thoughts to Harry's recovery. An hour later a large black man in a doctors coat walked in spoke to Adele and turned to the women sat on the chairs before him.

"Okay, which one of you is Susan?" he asked gently.

"I'm Susan, I'm Harry's wife, Doctor.."

"McDougal, Hamish McDougal." he smiled lazily and proffered a large hand.

"Scottish ancestry?" Susan said with a grin.

"Sort of, all due to my Great, Great, Great Grandpa, lovely man by all accounts. Fathered twelve offspring, after his wife left to go back to England. Here we all are still, a whole clan now, hundreds of us on the island." he grinned and clasped Susan's hand gently.

"Good to meet you Dr McDougal."

"And you Mrs Parker, Harry's told me all about you, he did you justice when he called you stunning, and this is your daughter and her wife I understand, No wonder he had an arrest, I think I would too." He grinned and shook Lizzy and Perdy's hands in turn.

He sank into a chair and faced them.

"I won't lie to you it was touch and go with Harry. We have him stable but I think we need to operate and just clear out this obstruction, then he'll need recovery time and a convalescence period. I'd say we're looking at eight to ten months, depending on how he progresses."

"Harry's a fighter Doc, he'll surprise you, back on his perch in six months tops." 

Perdy and Lizzy nodded in agreement. McDougal smiled ruefully, and nodded.

"OK, well, I'll be operating tonight, about six. I have two very capable and knowledgeable assistants. Adele and her sister Sister will be there with me. Trust me Harry's in very good hands."

"Doctor McDougal, we trust you implicitly, if Harry comes through this operation it's because of your skill and dedication. Thank you."

"Well normally we do miracles about once a month, but for you we'll make it daily." 

Standing he offered a wave and walked over to Harry's room to check him over.

"Somehow I think if Harry doesn't survive this, no one could save him."

"That guy feels like the best, he'll see Harry through."

Lizzy said nothing, she simply put a hand in Perdy's and her mothers. Clasping tight she lowered her head and closed her eyes, mumbling a prayer from her childhood. Perdy and Susan lowered their heads and sat quietly as Lizzy asked for Harry's salvation and continued life.

Adele directed the women through to the canteen and they picked at a very good jerk chicken dish. Not really hungry they soon found themselves back outside Harry's room, curling up, legs under them on the chairs. Susan dropped off and Perdy supported her head on her shoulder. Lizzy held Perdy's hand and bit her lip. Perdy let her thoughts wander back to Harry's arrival in their lives. Time slowly ticked on until Hamish McDougal appeared this time in scrubs.

"We're taking Harry down now, it will be a few hours, you might want to take a break, freshen up and come back. If anything breaks we have your cell phone numbers, we'll contact you."

The women looked at each other, then slowly stood.

"Can we say goodbye for now to my Dad?" Lizzy asked a tear in her eye.

"Sure, go in and make sure he's okay. We've sedated him, so he might hear you, but won't respond."

"Thanks."

The women went into Harry's room and each bent over him and kissed his lips gently. A smile spread across his face.

"Stunning.." 

They all heard his quiet murmur and grinned. 

Touching his hand in turn they walked out. McDougal grinned as they each took his hand.

"See you later angels," said Adele holding the door open for them. 

They nodded their thanks. Outside Lizzy shook and Perdy held her, Susan looking around. They saw a taxi and strolled over to it.

"Can you take us to a good hotel please." Susan asked.

"You want five star or cheaper."

"Five star please."

"Hop in."

They climbed in Lizzy sitting close to Perdy her hands hanging on to hers tightly.

"Okay folks we have the Intercontinental or the Sheraton, you choose."

"Which is nearer?"

"The Inter, by 'bout a mile or two."

"Okay Intercontinental it is."

"Hold tight pretty ladies, Oscar McDougal is engaging warp drive."

The cab shot forward and the woman shrieked as they slid back into the seat with the acceleration. The taxi shot along small single track roads at speed, the horn constantly honking a warning. Oscar flashed headlights at any traffic coming in the opposite direction. Ten minutes later they screeched to a halt outside a large twelve storey modern hotel block.

"How much?" asked Susan as she opened her purse.

"eleven dollars exactly."

"Wow a dollar a minute, and a thrill ride thrown in, nice." Perdy said acidly, trying to get out of the cab. 

Lizzy followed and put a hand to her mouth. Perdy looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

"I think I just threw up in my mouth, urgh I need mouthwash and a toothbrush." Lizzy grinned and Perdy snorted.

Susan having paid turned to walk to the entrance. Instead she jumped as Oscar grated the gears and took off again. They girls laughed and linked arms striding across the paved area and into the foyer, the door opened by a uniformed flunky. Inside the air conditioning cooled them. Stopping momentarily, they breathed deeply and walked over to reception.

"Yes mesdames, how may we help?"

"Can we get a room, not sure for how long, but we need two doubles beds and a large bath. Do you have anything?"

"We have the Presidential suite, it has two bedrooms en-suite, a Jacuzzi and balcony. We offer a free bar and room service."

"How much would that be please?"

"Two thousand dollars per night Madame."

"We'll take it, how soon can we go up?"

"We can take Mesdames bags up and you may follow in about ten minutes."

"We have no bags, we're over from tortoise island and my husband's in the main hospital. We just need a room to grab a nap and freshen up."

"Certainly madam, will you pay cash or card?"

"Card, can we get some tea sent up please?"

"Certainly Madame, I'll get Theo to show you up."

He pinged the service bell pointing at a tall boy, a skinny teenager, who detached himself from the other bell boys and walked over.

"These Ladies are going up to the presidential Suite Theo, they have no baggage, please show them up and attend to their requirements."

"Certainly Mr McDougal," he bowed slightly, 

"Ladies the elevator is this way."

On exiting the lift Theo indicate left by holding a shepherding arm out. They swung left and followed him down the corridor. Reaching a large set of double mahogany doors, he placed the key card in the slot and held the door open. Entering he proffered the card to Susan she smiled and dug in her purse and retrieving a few five dollar bills. Theo's eyes lit up and he grinned at them, murmuring a thank you. Leaving them swiftly he withdrew and shut the door quietly. 

Seconds later a knock announced the tea's arrival. The waiter entered and placed a tray on the coffee table by the three seater sofa. Susan again handed out a few five dollar bills. Whilst she dealt with the waiter Perdy had used her phone to let everyone back on the island know what was happening and promised an update after surgery.

Alone, they sat and Susan poured the tea. They kicked their shoes off and sat in silence drinking. Susan stood and did a slow circuit of the suite. Coming back in to the lounge area she smiled at the girls. 

"The Jacuzzi is looking inviting, fancy joining me?"

Perdy grinned and standing pulled her top off and undid her shorts, stepping out of them she watched Susan strip, Lizzy stood and disrobed too. 

Together they walked to the Jacuzzi and stepped in. They lay back in the warm bubbling water and relaxed. After twenty minutes without a word being said they all stood and stepped out. Taking towels they placed for this purpose they wrapped themselves up and went to the master bedroom. Lying down side by side they quickly dropped into a light sleep.




A New Dawn Ch. 03



At eleven Susan's mobile chirruped and she was on it in a split second. She recognised Doctor McDougals deep bass voice.

"Mrs Parker, Hamish McDougal, just to let you know Harry's out of surgery, and will remain sedated for tonight, you can visit, but he's going to sleep for at least the next ten hours. The surgery was a success and Harry should last a good few years more. Can I suggest you wait til tomorrow morning now, say about ten'ish. I can then check him over before that and make sure he's comfortable and ready to see your lovely smiling faces."

Susan could feel the grin down the phone and it was infectious,

"Thanks Doc, you're a lifesaver, literally. We'll be there at ten. Thank you."

"You're welcome, if we need to let you know any changes we'll phone again, OK?"

"Yes perfectly and thank you again, from all of us."

Perdy and Lizzy looked expectantly at her, Susan grinned and held her hands up.

"He's fine, sleeping, Doc says it was a success, but they will keep him out until tomorrow morning, we can see him after ten. Doc's going to let us know if anything changes."

"Oh Thank God," Lizzy clasped her hands together. Perdy grinned and hugged Susan.

"Right better let Ola and Josip know what's happening."

Susan pressed the speed dial number into her phone and waited. After two rings Josip answered. He confirmed all was well there, all the children were asleep. They wanted to stay together so at the moment Harry and Susan's bed had all seven children arranged in it. Josip listened as Susan updated him and promised to let Ola and Neta know. They had fallen asleep on the sofa, so Josip had covered them in a blanket and was sitting in the armchair by the fire. Susan said goodbye and hung up, then relayed the information to the other two. Satisfied they all pulled their towels off and got into the bed. Susan lay in the middle and soon they were asleep.

They woke about seven thirty and tried to disengage their interlocked limbs. They sat up and rubbed their eyes. Susan ran her hands through her hair. Taking turns they each went to the bathroom, returning to the bed. As Susan came back, Lizzy had her phone to her ear and was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

"Dad's fine, apparently the elephant dose they gave him didn't work, he woke at six thirty and demanded breakfast. Adele says he's sitting up, the drip and catheter are out. Only the monitors now. He wants to know we're ok and says we're not to worry. Wait.. Dad, yes, hi, yes we're fine. No we are. Yes the kid's are fine. The Jarnewski's are well and wish you better, yes of course, she's here, wait a moment."

Lizzy held the phone towards Susan, who grabbed it and grinned.

"Hi, yes, yes, of course I am, I'm a big girl now, Harry! remember where you are? Yes, yes, yes I look forward to it too, I'll see you later, okay, here she is."

Susan held the phone out to Perdy, who started, and took it from Susan,

"Harry, hi, yes I'm fine, yes I am, I will, how do you feel, good. Now you take care, Kyle and Em send their love, they want to know when they can see you. Good, see you later."

Perdy clicked the phone off and handed it Susan. as she did she shuddered and burst into tears, Lizzy followed, then Susan. Moving together they held each other and cried with relief. It would be a long haul, but they knew Harry Parker would be back and enriching their lives.